I just want some pickles, damnit!

If only I could go back in time and punch my 16 year old self.  Straight in the face. I tell you I'd punch myself so hard that I'd dump that asshole boyfriend, take all AP classes, start putting in scholarship applications, and buy some self confidence from a voodoo priestess.

These things never got done because I was in "love", I wanted a "break" from all that studying, I had "plenty" of time for scholarships and college, and because I didn't know that I was lacking in self confidence.  What a dumb bitch.

And now? I get excited when I can buy myself a $2.50 jar of dill pickles or get Dwayne a $8.99 haircut.

I hereby call shenanigans on adulthood. 

SHENANIGANS, I say!