Dear people of the world,
Please don't call me ma'am. What am I? Sixty-three? If you haven't noticed, I look all of twenty (even though I am rapidly nearing the prime age of twenty-four). People shouldn't be called ma'am until you're SURE that they're in the fourties. At least. I am a young, nubile twenty-something. Ma'am? Um, no. The next one of you that calls me that? May just get a punch in the face. Thank you for your time.
Love,
Krissy
PS: tell me what you think of me with my Johari window, bitch!