Today my mom mistook me for my deceased grandmother and almost had a heart attack. Granted it was a little dark, and she saw me from behind wearing my grandma's signature sweater, I was still deeply offended. Damn mom, stop reading those tarot cards. Do I look like someone's grandma? Ha, don't answer that. I know my clothing choices, my glasses, and my stringy hair may seem a little geriatric at times. But honestly, my proclivity for grandpa sweaters is merely to counter my face (which is that of a middle schooler's). Alee T, again, took this photo a while ago, the tag is siick but I had to censor it ha. Lets see if you can figure out what's above the word "Juice."
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