I think 17 year old me would be pleased
I’m sitting at my job wearing black nail polish and listening to “Konstantine” on headphones. Because it will always be 2004 to me.
It’s a snow day, so I’m technically logged in to work but I’m in sweatpants and my big coral grandma cardigan. All i want to do is my nails and talk to the Internet some more about that time Niall Horan went to New York and tried on a million snapbacks.
I should be using this time to do stuff like my dishes or laundry, or, you know, my job. But I am the worst adult and I’ll probably leave in a little while to walk to target and buy seventeen magazine and a giant Diet Coke and not any real groceries. Snow days aren’t nearly as much fun when your boss has your cell phone number.
Someone on my Facebook feed just referred to Ally Sheedy as “the creepy girl from the Breakfast Club” and that makes me seriously rethink the people I associate with.