It would appear

that when I have a bad day,

I revert to my 15 year old self.

Nothing seems to make things better like

high school music

and reruns of Will and Grace can.

(Yes. I was watching "grown-up" shows by the time

I lost my first set of molars.)

Like fate, Pandora reminded me of this gem

and it's days like this that I can't just listen to a

silly love song.

I make myself believe it.

Because I am the most beautiful girl in the world.

I am the most beautiful girl in the world.

The most.

Beautiful.