Hiya all! "Celebrity" crush time again. And this week, it is someone so cute, so, as the title suggests, a-goddamn-dorable, I just couldn't ignore them any longer. I have known this person for most of my life. It's not a real celebrity, but in my own little delusion-based reality, they are the most famous person in the world. Who is it? Well, it's the person I love more than anyone else in existence!
Fucking me, of course! I found these pictures this weekend, I just had to post them. I especially like the one with the Hawaiian shirt. Yeah, I was definitely a big fat party animal at the tender age of 8.
Just to give you an idea for you moms, this is how quickly it can turn. You saw me at 8, here is 20 years later:
Yes, so eventually my ears did stop growing long enough for my body to catch up, as you can see. If you look very carefully, you will notice that they are the same size at 8 as they are today. Can you imagine having those dinner plates on the side of your head? But this is the toll years of drug abuse can take. Not the least of which is choosing that color yellow to paint your spare room. Yuck!
But I still love you, childhood version of me. And if I could, I'd go back and make make a few changes to make your life a little easier. Like instilling in you a sense what colors look good where. And maybe I would advise you to stay away from the drugs, you know, if I got around to it.