Fucking hell

I've just found out that the guy, THE. GUY. From my high school. The hottie we all (well, me and my alleged best friend) were crushing on (until we realised we both liked him and I said 'Hmmm, I'm sure he doesn't even like me so you go for it' and she said 'Oh really, KThxBye' and a bond was Obliterated) has got a receding hairline now. 

 MY own mortality has just sent an icy breath down my neck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit I've got to get a center parting or something, try to drag my heels in the old aging process.  

This is so depressing, I can see why people who can afford it go wild with the old Botox/face lift/ass lift etc. 

 

*edit* that said, as I was finishing this post Dolly Parton 'Better Get To Livin' ' just came on so a sign maybe...? From God? Dolly? Both?

 

While we're at it...

Can we all agree that if an industry says 'we're SO committed to changing the industry. We want to destroy elitism and promote alternate narratives. But, like, still work for free until we choose to hire you, mmm'kay?' then they are, in fact, *not* so committed to changing the industry. Not much at all.

FFS

 Me, wine drunk, net stalking and looking at pics: 'WHY. WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE. GODDAMN I JUST WANT TO MOVE ON. STOP BEING SO F*CKING CUTE'.

Me, days later, stone cold sober: 'Shitsake. 12 pixels MAX in that picture. Gotta stop friggin' drinking. FFS'