Someone told me today that I should write a book. Its a darn shame that I suck at writing.
If I knew how to write, I'd start with some flowery introduction describing myself in some happy cheerful way....certainly, I'd make myself sound interesting and captivating enough to command attention. Yes, center-stage would be the place for me. Maybe a few spotlights, ones with soft pink light to diminish the little lines in my forehead.
Why didn't my parents force me to use sunscreen when I was youger? I am really TOO young for the furrows that will force me to have bangs.