"You have to really push," our friend says, and so I dutifully shove the tab of the seatbelt in. The sun is pouring through her open sun roof, and I can feel it tingling on my skin like I'm some kind of vampire.
Finally, we end up cutting me out of the belt with a pair of scissors from a first aid kit our friend actually bought at Ikea.
One year ago: First World Problems
Two years ago: Ants
Four years ago: Not Interested
Eight years ago: pop culture/the auto-tune wants what it wants
Nine years ago: That's Mer-MAN!