Quarentine confessions

I was in love with Michael Hutchence in fifth grade and got in trouble for ripping a picture of him out of an issue of US Magazine I found in the ladies' lounge at the YMCA. In the picture, he was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and wearing only a towel. I'm not sure if I was in more trouble over vandalizing the magazine or the fact that the picture was of a shirtless hunk of man meat. I still feel this was my coolest fifth-grade moment.