In which I apologize to the world for Me

Sometimes the teenager in me wells up and spews her immature ridiculousness and sometimes it happens while I'm at work and I spend the next few hours sheepishly hoping that no one heard me even though I know good and well everyone — even my boss — did, and I wonder if I am single-handedly making all working twentysomethings look bad by proxy.

So, working twentysomethings who are more mature than I am, I am sincerely sorry and I hope to keep my future faults and immaturities to myself.