There's being a shell, then there's being a shill I'm an old lady. I'm probably old enough to be your mom. I'm a lot more cool than your mom. I don't wear mom pants or keds and I probably won't judge you, unless you have shit music that starts up when I click on your page. Then I will judge the frag out of you. Also; I probably should grow up but fuck it, imma ride this youthful shit till the wheels fall off or my bewbs are straight up draggin the floor....wait, what does that have to do with blogging?