H U G E !
But my old Artwork Tee reminds me: Age is just a number! So, I'll stay the same care-free *hey, not the pantiliner, alright* me. I miss it. I miss me. For several months I think I haven't been me... not that I didn't enjoy not being me, hey don't get me wrong...It's just that this year, I want the old me back.
So as this year unfolds, expect the same old me.
I have to bring the old me back to avoid STRESS... god, my acne's getting worse because my T-zone's keen on producing sebum... yes, due to STRESS...and the unwelcome pair of coal gray eyebags have seem to take permanent residence under my eyes... these can't be * palm on forehead*...
...Or is caffeine the culprit? imagine 9, yes 9 no kidding, Starbucks Planner this year. The baristas in Strata, Serendra, and Megastrip didn't have to ask what name to put on the cup *Yeh-bang!* Consolation is, Sparkhope Foundation will love me (and the gang) for it.
In closing, I'll repeat my first line.
I'm at it again. Incoherent blogging.
A happy year ahead, folks!