So many special people change
So about thirty seconds ago I was just sitting here at my computer staring at a picture of Adam Brody, and suddenly I thought, "I hope he doesn't get old and end up disgusting and look like he had plastic surgery like Kevin Bacon does." What is wrong with me?I attempted to explain my thinking about all of it, this year and all of it, to my mom today in the car - while I was driving - and I'm pretty sure I only made her think I'm crazier than she originally thought. I'll accept crazy, though. Crazy can live alone with her dogs and watch "The OC" as much as she wants and never, ever, ever clean her room or throw her old magazines away. Crazy can dye her hair without a second thought and Crazy can refer to herself in the third person and Crazy can avoid her friends as much as she wants and hope that that'll make everything better.
God, even during the summer do I manage to make a mess out of things.
