Prom, 1982. I have no idea why I look like that. Maybe it’s the haircut. How horrible is THAT? Believe it or not, there’s actually a boy standing next to me. A real date, cute, smiling, happy to be there and no relation to me! I’ve cut him out for obvious reasons. I certainly don’t want my old boyfriends finding this blog and leaving COMMENTS.
Like, “Where’s the money you owe me?” or “My mom STILL hates you.”
You were beautiful then and now
Um, I most wondering about the ring on your left hand…
Um, I’m most wondering about the ring on your left hand…