Caitlin Moran Quote
What are you doing with your face? Krissi asked, as I made myself a cheese sandwich in the kitchen. Having been away for two nights, I had a sudden, giddying perspective on just how much margarine seemed permanently smeared on our worktops. This whole room was a health risk. What do you mean? I asked—increasing the smugness as I sliced the cheese. Your face—it’s clearly telling me to slap it, Krissi said, staring at me. It’s communicating with me on a frequency you can’t hear. It’s begging me to slap both cheeks at the same time, like the Three Stooges.
Caitlin Moran
What are you doing with your face? Krissi asked, as I made myself a cheese sandwich in the kitchen. Having been away for two nights, I had a sudden, giddying perspective on just how much margarine seemed permanently smeared on our worktops. This whole room was a health risk. What do you mean? I asked—increasing the smugness as I sliced the cheese. Your face—it’s clearly telling me to slap it, Krissi said, staring at me. It’s communicating with me on a frequency you can’t hear. It’s begging me to slap both cheeks at the same time, like the Three Stooges.