When T. Swift explains what it feels like to be 22…
I’m like…
Because, really, it’s less like this:
What do we do?
We’re constantly flip-flopping between:
I know I should feel like this:
Young, wild, and free, right?
But half the time it’s more like:
Will someone explain to me what’s going on here?
If my soul had a voice, it would sound like Britney Spears in 2002.
That’s right, my soul has killer abs.