i haven't decided how i feel about getting carded. when i'm out and bouncers / waiters / bartenders request my id, i act all annoyed at the hassle. i mean, i sigh and hand the dudes my id like i'm ready to make a scene. i'm all hollywood and expect these people to just know me or something. it's me! sauj. c'mon dudes.
yes, retardation.
but the ironic thing is, when i don't get carded, i get all super sad. i get that pouting look because i miss the attention. i even start to wonder if i'm looking older. winkles? grey hair? hmm.
yes, double retardation.
maybe i'm not such a low maintenance girl after all.
2 comments:
i think you mean, "It's me! SAM. c'mon dudes." -Katie
I'd rather get carded
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