“why aren’t you in school”
“where do you go to school?”
“you’re too young to have kids.”
and heard today while leaving the library in front of a group of teenagers:
“she looks too young to drive!”
=sigh= i’m sure looking young will come in handy some day… but c’mon, gimme a break, how childish do i really appear? (pause) apart from my attitude, i mean.
let’s analyze this (like i did the whole way home): i’m not short (i’m 5’6″), i don’t [usually] wear pigtails or carry a backpack, i don’t wear teen fashions (mostly because i can’t fit into them). what’s the deal? i’ve come to the conclusion: i’m chubby, yet have no chest. great. don’t i feel swell. and oh-so-feminine. i told philip all this, and his reply? “you have a baby face.” what? “baby face?!” i’ve never heard that before! you know what “baby face” means? CHUBBY (at least, pertaining to the face). i might as well be baby body!