Friends season 1 is playing in the background and @jmadarasz and I are ownin’ this dancefloor. Whaaaat??! #1990s (at HandleBar)
It’s true… I have no life.
This evening I:
- Got home from work.
- Made some pasta.
- Watched The Seven Year Itch.
- Took a nap.
- YouTubed how to put on pin-up girl makeup.
- Applied said pin-up girl makeup.
- Watched samplings of other classic movies out of boredom.
- GPOY raped every form of social media.
- Had a dance party for one to a bunch of girly ’90s songs (Britney, Christina, Mandy, Spice Girls, BSB, *Nsync, ETC).
Annnnnd now it’s 1am and I need to go to sleep.
G’night, Tumblr. <3
Bullshitalacarte:
Who loves Kenan & Kel? A-A-A-A-Analicia loves Kenan & Kel!
#OrangeSoda
#’90s
People born in 1990 can legally drink alcohol.
Obama was sworn into office 3 years ago.
Michael Jackson died over 2.5 years ago.
2007 was HALF A FUCKING DECADE ago.
There are kids in middle school now that don’t even remember 9/11.
There are girls born in 1998 who are pregnant.
There are over 600 pokemon.
STOP ITTTTTT
Bullshitalacarte:
HOLYSHITOHMYGODWHATTHEFUCKNOOOOMYBRAINISMELTING!
I’m so old.
#24
(Also - what a strange Boy Meets World episode that is. “And we’ll always know that he was this tall… *points to pencil mark on wall*”)
Step 1: Make an impulse buy.
Step 2: Take them home and excitedly take a picture of them.
Step 3: Wear them around the house while dancing to various hits of the 60s.
Step 4: Feel guilty about buying them.
Step 5: While still wearing them, lie on the floor watching Friends and associating with Rachel Green circa season 1 way too much.
Step 6: Find overdue bill on your bedroom floor.
Step 7: Begrudgingly take off shoes and march them up to the mall for a return.
Step 8: Wind up spending that same money on something just as frivolous at Forever 21.
You try to tell me that I’m clever, but that won’t take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.
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| — | Stay, Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories |
things i vowed to never show the outside world:
probably the best picture from my childhood. 9th b-day party. simba cake. end of story. that’s my (still) best friend behind and to the right of me.
This party is big ballin’.
Me currently:
Listening to the Reality Bites soundtrack and watching my best friend clean her room.
Me later:
Chinese buffet and a flask full of rum.
