I found a bunch of old pictures of me from my 20-something, gigantic hair, out of control mess of a life, but never ever being dull, honey, never, days. (Prepare to have your pants rocked off, because this time of my life was just THAT sexy. haha.)
I've never given up my inner Iggy, even now, waiting for the laundry to be finished so that I can go to the gym in pants that don't have baby puke on them. You better believe that I'll be listening to Raw Power on the treadmill and having a 30 minute daydream about junk and glitter.
Also: Why wasn't every male within a 100 mile radius beating down my door, trying to have sex with me when I walked around looking like this? Hot DAMN. haha.