So what's the procedure for punishing your mini past self for stealing something really expensive in what I will admit is a delightful display of skill?
There are plenty of great things about living in an apartment with guys - they're good at carrying groceries, making sure there aren't leftovers, and keep the creeps away when we go out - but I have a confession to make. I'm in dire need of a girls weekend because everything I have smells like alpha male with rose undertones.