Back in the day, I had some coolness issues. I know it’s hard to imagine (meaning, not at all hard to imagine), but I was seriously the biggest nerd ever. I know I’ve shown you pictures of myself before, but just take another look at this mess:
Internet, meet 2nd grade Morgan. She likes to ponder the mysteries of the weather, enjoys wearing shoestring hair clips and has no idea how bangs THAT wispy can make her look extremely white trash.
Now you have an idea of what we’re working with here.
Anyway, I remember spending countless hours daydreaming of this one famous boy. I thought he was just SO dang cute and I doodled his name on my school notebooks. I imagined that somehow, somewhere, someday, we would meet and instantly fall in love and he’d marry me and we’d live in a pink mansion. Then I’d be best friends forever with the Olsen twins and have a regular spot on Full House as Michelle Tanner’s friend, because obviously these famous kids ran in the same circles. I’m serious, these were my actual hopes and dreams.
That famous boy pops into my thoughts from time to time, and now as an adult I have to wonder WHAT, PRECISELY, WAS I THINKING??
Oh, JTT, you wormy little creep. You used to make me swoon. You were so dreamy, with your unnatural looking tan and fluffy lesbian hairdo. That was so kind of you to bring me flowers, but I am now going to have to respectfully decline.
So yeah, Jonathan Taylor Thomas was my weird childhood crush. Now tell me, who was yours?
It can’t be any worse.