The same week I was mistaken for a high schooler twice at work and when complaining to a co-worker, they too agreed I looked like I was 17. Ok, great. When I had my 27th some gays buying me drinks were sure I was turning 21.
So this little ego-cushion sets me up for today, when interns and staff agreed that if I don't get a move on, I will end up married to my job with 5 houses and 20 cats.
"Melissa likes the wrong people". Ugh I know- but I follow my heart all the damn time.
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