Adulthood fail: paranoia
I recently bought face cream for my stupid hormonal zits. You’d think my body would be happy that it’s no longer pregnant, but NOOOOO. It feels it needs to make up for 4 years of lost time.
So today I got a package from Athens, Greece. I had no idea what I ordered from there, so I stood outside on my front stoop opening it as far away from my face as it could get just in case it was a bomb.
Sometimes I wonder how I’m even qualified to be an adult.