This will be the death of me. Say your goodbyes now.
Everyone I come across right now: What happened to your neck?!?!
Me: Oh, I burned it with a curling iron.
EICARN: Suuureeee, you did. [WINK WINK]
I might as well get “It’s a curling iron burn, not a hickie” tattooed on my neck because this happens embarrassingly often. I am apparently still 12 when it comes to hot tools.
Gal in line: What you gonna get, honey?
Her man friend: Hot chocolate
Gal: What?!?! Why are you getting that?
MF: Because it’s windy outside.
Gal: Ugh, you should get iced coffee like me.
Girls are the worst sometimes.