My friend Casey calls me up the other day, probably an hour after I last saw her. "I forgot to tell you," she says, "I've been thinking... let's get famous". Apparently she had this conversation with my boyfriend beforehand and he said that we should get famous ASAP so I can be famous with braces.
Casey and my dearest friend Caroline in Chicago both told me I'm now their new girlcrush because I'm getting the braces and made the immediate correlation to Gwen Stefani. If I end up looking like her afterward, it'll all be worth it.
Maybe I should just die my hair pink and run with the whole look.
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