At 46, on occasion

I say thank Gaia I'm an Old - unless somebody unearths those racist cuneiform tablets from when I was a young whippersnapper!

snort. And we look nothing like the nude Polaroids our BFs took back in the 70's and 80's...

I’m sorry for the time I handed out cupcakes on my 15th birthday, which also happened to be National Pro-Life Cupcake Day. I was a Bible-thumping, “born again,” pro-life teen whose heart bled for all the dead fetuses.

when i was a teenager, the worst public embarrassment we could suffer wasn’t even on the internet. it was a passed note that ended up in the wrong hands or tripping and falling down in front of the entire cafeteria or something mundane like that. thank god i’m an old.