Confidential to appliedculture:

numbersixspeaks:

I think I need to see photographic evidence, dearie.

Gladly, but you will need to wait until my next trip to Buenos Aires, where my mother keeps such embarrassing memorabilia (as you are well aware, I am not afraid of posting my ugly mug anyway, but those days… those days…).

Worst day had to be when a TV crew stopped me and my friends in a shopping street to film us, like some freak show that should serve as a cautionary tale to parents across the country. I thought it was no big deal, as my parents did not watch that show. Apparently other family members did. And were quick to communicate it. I was grounded for weeks.