comfortable

So this is my 100th post, and I thought for a split second that I would wait for something a little more monumental because I'm so nostalgic, but that's stupid. I get like that. A LOT. Like deciding on my first tattoo took forever, and the decision that I eventually made was to just suck it up, because I never would've found the PERFECT first one.

So the point of this 100th blog post is to tell MEGAN MELLINGER that I can be a princess without smelling like cake. 

I think.