please please please let me win the lottery. i mean. i’m pretty sure this was made for me even without knowing me. or me knowing the artist. it’s kind of making my head hurt. or my heart ache.
and then, this has me pretty wound up, too.
and i’m finding myself pouting about missing this one …
really, ms. oatmeal. how did you know? so i have a big decade marking birthday coming up in a couple days. anyone want to start a you’re-not-old-if-you-can-fit-yer-hips-into-an-elvis-chongsam fund?… takers? takers? anyone?
xoxo
coco









