I hate Corporate America. For the last 2 weeks I haven't worked at my job because they are going through a huge lay off period. I haven't been laid off yet but I suppose it's only a matter of time. I wouldn't care so much if I didn't have all these bills to pay. I tried to search for a new job this evening but I haven't had that much luck. It's kinda of stressful especially when I should be focusing my attention on school. This afternoon I searched online for jobs for about 2 hours. I would really like to work as a receptionist at an advertising agency but as luck would have it, I cant find anything at all. Here's hoping I wont have to work in another restaurant. Anything but that.
I was having the worst day today. I was all stressed about school and being poor but then out of nowhere I reconnected with someone I hadn't talked to in a while and it totally brighten me up. Now I am in the best mood ever. Too bad I wont be sleeping any time soon. Im off to pull my first all nighter. I have to work on making an extra large man's shirt resemble my life at this present moment in time. I am totally not digging this arts and craft project. Taking Sylvia's class burned me for life. And may I just end my blog with this final thought- kinda crazy how my Sylvia poster is still hanging up. They just moved it from one wall to another. It's not like it's that good. It's actually quite bad. However, Sylvia did think I was the only one who incorporated humour into their poster. Maybe she thought it was so bad it was funny? Who knows. Off to paint
loves,
mer
"All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars" Bob Dylan
Monday, April 09, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
lol quote of the day
"Bitch may be the new black, but black is the new president, bitch."
Tracy Morgan on SNL this past weekend.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
so sweet
Turtle adopts baby hippo after Tsunami
A baby hippopotamus that survived the tsunami waves on the Kenyan coast has formed a strong bond with a giant male century-old tortoise, in an animal facility in the port city of Mombassa, officials said .
The hippopotamus, nicknamed Owen and weighing about 300 kilograms was swept down Sabaki River into the Indian Ocean, then forced back to shore when tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers rescued him.
"It is incredible. A-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a 'mother'," ecologist Paula Kahumbu, who is in charge Lafarge Park, told AFP.
"After it was swept and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together," the ecologist added. "The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it follows its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother," Kahumbu added. "The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years," he explained.
breaks my heart!
A baby hippopotamus that survived the tsunami waves on the Kenyan coast has formed a strong bond with a giant male century-old tortoise, in an animal facility in the port city of Mombassa, officials said .
The hippopotamus, nicknamed Owen and weighing about 300 kilograms was swept down Sabaki River into the Indian Ocean, then forced back to shore when tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers rescued him.
"It is incredible. A-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a 'mother'," ecologist Paula Kahumbu, who is in charge Lafarge Park, told AFP.
"After it was swept and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together," the ecologist added. "The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it follows its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother," Kahumbu added. "The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years," he explained.
breaks my heart!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I win some, I lose some. Then I call it an evening.
I learn the hard way. I always fall for the wrong men. And by “wrong” I mean the bad boy asshole. I love the challenge. I love being in love. Sometimes I forget that I am not necessarily in love with the person, I am just in love with being in love. I need to remind myself of this because I forget this little fact when I am all caught up in the moment. Tonight is the first night I have smiled for about 3 nights. I cried all day yesterday. I couldn’t even get out of bed. I cried over a boy named Tat. I cried not because I was in love with him, but because I lost my moment to be in the moment with him. It happens to the best of us. I kind of went crazy in the end but that’s kind of what makes me, me. I am a little bit crazy. And when I finally find that one person who is just as crazy as me, who loves to be in love just like me, and who loves to make out all morning long, then I will know it is ready to stop playing the single card. Until then, I am back to stirring up trouble.
Loves,
mer
WHAT 4 SELL OUTS LOOK LIKE!!!!!!!!!
THERE IS NOTHING GOOD ABOUT THIS MOVIE!!!!! The show was so awesome because it stated loudly women do not have to end up with someone to define themselves. I love, love, love how the show ended. It allowed us, the viewers, to come up with our own conclusions about the 4 women. Now, the movie strips us of all of that. I don't want to see Steve cheating on Miranda nor do I want to see Carrie get married. Big would NEVER get married in real life. Never would happen! And the Carrie we all fell in love with wouldnt have an assistant! She may be high maintainers, but not that high! And SJP said in an interview, "the fashion is really different this time." If by different she meant ugly, then yes, she is correct. I loved Sex and the City more than anyone but tonight, I am truly disappointed. Grant it, I haven't seen the movie as of yet, but so far it ain't looking so pretty. What do you all think? Comments?
Sunday, March 11, 2007
What I have learned from finals
1. We never entirely leave high school. Our days of gossiping in the halls and trying desperately to fit into the cool crowd will haunt us for the rest of our lives. There will always be the popular quarterback, the flirty cheerleader, the nerdy kid, and the weirdass everyone keeps around just for comic relief. There is no escaping it- might as well as sit back and enjoy the ride- it will definitely be a long one.
2. Its never good to start liking someone when finals approach. Its bad enough stressing over final projects. Add analyzing the extent of a new relationship lurking around the corner-it will definitely make anyone go crazy. Although, I must admit, developing a crush on someone is the best feeling in the world. Between those agonizing and self doubt moments of, does he really like me?” lie some wonderful feelings that attack the heart so much you thank God for being alive. Not that I would know such feelings. Im not saying, im just saying.
3. Which brings me to my next lesson- be careful of who u tell what to. Recently, someone who I thought was trustworthy repeated something I said out of context. Not cool.
4. I really hate Corporate America but I do enjoy paying my bills with it’s checks. Too bad I haven’t gotten one in a while.
5. So not good at playing the game when i like someone- which is why I rarely find myself in these situations.
Bring on 3rd quarter- looking forward to all the trouble i am about to get myself into to.
loves!
mer
"All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars" Bob Dylan
2. Its never good to start liking someone when finals approach. Its bad enough stressing over final projects. Add analyzing the extent of a new relationship lurking around the corner-it will definitely make anyone go crazy. Although, I must admit, developing a crush on someone is the best feeling in the world. Between those agonizing and self doubt moments of, does he really like me?” lie some wonderful feelings that attack the heart so much you thank God for being alive. Not that I would know such feelings. Im not saying, im just saying.
3. Which brings me to my next lesson- be careful of who u tell what to. Recently, someone who I thought was trustworthy repeated something I said out of context. Not cool.
4. I really hate Corporate America but I do enjoy paying my bills with it’s checks. Too bad I haven’t gotten one in a while.
5. So not good at playing the game when i like someone- which is why I rarely find myself in these situations.
Bring on 3rd quarter- looking forward to all the trouble i am about to get myself into to.
loves!
mer
"All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars" Bob Dylan
Monday, March 05, 2007
My new fav song.. for this week at least
Such a good weekend!
Very busy though- finals are approaching. The only good thing about finals is bonding with some very talented designers I didnt really know until now and late night with my copywriters girls. Both of those instances made it a very enjoyable weekend- one of the best actually.
Details later
loves!
mer
Thursday, March 01, 2007
If Celebrities Moved to Wisconsin
Johnny Depp
Camron Diez
JLO and Marc
nicole kidman
pam anderson
posh and david
tom cruise
Jennifer Aniston:
Jessica Simpson:
Camron Diez
JLO and Marc
nicole kidman
pam anderson
posh and david
tom cruise
Jennifer Aniston:
Jessica Simpson:
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
How one bad tag line can cause choas
Being in the business of making ads, I realize how important it is to get inside consumers heads. Unfortunately, not all companies share mutual feelings. Apparently, Protor and Gamble is one of them. This is an ACTUAL letter from an Austin woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's long but well worth the read.
Dear Mr. Thatcher:
I have been a loyal user of your “Always” maxi-pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak-Guard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.
But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flex-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi-pads be aerodynamic. I can' t tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from “the curse”? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call “an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.” Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers’ monthly visits from “Aunt Flo.” Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants...which brings me to the reason for my letter.
Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words, “Have a Happy Period.”
Are you fu**ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness — actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well…did it, James?
FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything “happy” about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi-pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like “Put Down the Hammer” or “Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong,” or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull sh*t.. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.
Best,
Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX
PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best Webmail-award-winning letter.
Dear Mr. Thatcher:
I have been a loyal user of your “Always” maxi-pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak-Guard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.
But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flex-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi-pads be aerodynamic. I can' t tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from “the curse”? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call “an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.” Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers’ monthly visits from “Aunt Flo.” Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants...which brings me to the reason for my letter.
Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words, “Have a Happy Period.”
Are you fu**ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness — actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well…did it, James?
FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything “happy” about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi-pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like “Put Down the Hammer” or “Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong,” or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull sh*t.. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.
Best,
Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX
PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best Webmail-award-winning letter.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Remember when SNL was funny?
Sad Eddie didn’t win the Oscar this evening. He is very talented and a comic genius in my book
Can someone say obsessed?
Because that is what I am with Entourage. I woke up Saturday morning around 9, having every intention of spending the entire day devoted to school. I made the mistake of turning on the television only to see HBO was hosting an Entourage marathon. I convinced myself I could stop watching after one episode. Yea, half a season later and I was still sitting on my couch. I think I love Entourage as much (dare I say) as my girls, Sex and the City. I love how close the boys are- they remind me of my girlfriends.
The rest of the weekend was nice- nothing too exciting but nice. I met up with both my best friend, my Morgan, and my Ty, tonight to work at Midtown’s Starbucks. Morgan told me another one of our friends is knocked up. We know 2 other girls who have gotten knocked up- just this past month! This makes me wonder- with all the latest medical options that prevent pregnancy from occurring, how are these women becoming pregnant? Did they miss 8th grade sex-ed class and forget about protection? Or did they use protection and still end up pregnant? These are the things I think about. I feel bad for these girls- I would just die if I was in their shoes.
I am writing this blog while watching the Oscars. So boring this year. None of the dresses are that great either. I hate when rich and famous people dress bad. Such a waste. However, Penelope’s dress is amazing. Damn, I really hate her too.
Nothing more to say
Loves,
mer
Dying slowly
I am struggling on a class assignment right now. I seriously want to give up and go get drunk somewhere so I can forget I ever had to do this stupid project. Too bad this is not an option. But to celebrate my frustration, I found the perfect quote of the day from a man much wiser than me.
"You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try." Homer J. Simpson
Seriously, this sucks.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
my fav song right now
Nothing really to say except I had a really great weekend. Looking forward to the next one.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Notorious always makes everything better
It is well known that Garden Spiders suck the living right out of their prey. All too many times, grasshoppers will be minding their own business, jumping around without a care in the world... then BAM! They land in the middle of a web, fighting to break loose. The spider, showing no mercy, immediately spins the victim into a mummy-like cocoon of silk, then bites through the cocoon to suck out all the poor grasshopper's juices- very slowly I may add.
This weekend, out of nowhere, I faced the fate of a grasshopper. Last weekend, I was so happy, everything was going great, everyone was all friendly. As soon as Monday hit, I fell right into the middle of that web, fighting every which way to get out. It first started with a fight with a friend followed by the sadness of 2 other friends. And as a special bonus, all of this occurred way before Friday even came around.
Friday night, after a very stressful week, I worked out on the Stairmaster for about 40 minutes. I secretly was hurting and wanted to stop 20 minutes into my exercise. However, due to my best friend being in the room, I wanted to appear tough and vigorous. I kept stepping on, even after my knees screamed, "We hate you." Somewhere around 35 minutes later, they went on strike and gave out. I ended up collapsing and hitting my chin on the monitor. Seriously, that has never happen to me.
To reward myself, I met up with Morgan at the Dark Horse Tavern. For some reason, the beer belly drunkards with their smoke-smelling bodies all around us made us engage in a long, deep, meaningful conversation about life. In the middle of "...no my week sucked more..." a balding, cigar smoking man approached Morgan. He explained his friend had been married for 10 years and was having a rough evening. He asked Morgan if she would humor the married man for one simple moment. She said, "fine, but just for a minute." The dirty old basted (who had the same likings and size of Mini Me) walks over and begins to talk to the two of us. I look at both of his hands and it was clear the man had no sign of his wedding band. When I asked the man where his band was, he became extremely silent for about 30 seconds. Then he looked at Morgan with a blank face and explained, "my wife and I are separated?" Clearly the man thought we were idiots. He leaves, but not before he gropes Morgan and tells her, I just was trying to get some p-----------.
The evening was not a total disaster- I did run into Joe and reconnected with another PC kid. I thought the PC boy did not have any type of personality- turns out the joke was on me. He was actually very charming to say the least. Probably he was trying to get some play, but still his charm took me by a pleasant surprise.
Saturday morning I wake up to this burning sensation in my left eye. It hurt too much to open and I could feel tons of crust on the outside. I ran to the mirror only to discover a very pink eye- nasty. I had antibiotic drops so luckily the redness went away (but not for very long). I tried to perk my spirits up with a Grande Light Coffee Frapachhino, 86 the cream. I went pay only to realize my wallet and all my means of payment had been stolen. Score.
I went and saw Smoking Aces- this movie does not deserve any more attention than it already has gotten- but must I just say- Jeremy Piven, you disappoint me- Was it really necessary to be as ugly and drugged out as you were? And you could have not gotten any hot women to play the part as your whores? If the movie is going to suck, at least give me something pleasant to look at. Honestly.
Sunday is when the spider quits toying with my emotions and goes in for the kill. I wake up to a very tragic text delivered at 830 in the morning. My best friend gave me some disheartening news. The news, which is neither here nor there really upset me and tore out my heart. I spent the entire morning crying my pink eyes out. I eventually got up and met my mother at mass. Naturally, she begins lecturing me on something insignificant- something about late or something. Wasnt really paying attention. Her timing is always absolutely perfect. At mass, I asked God for some guidance. Turns out guidance comes in a Black Pinot Noir bottle, marked with an A and can be found in Après Diem. It was a wonderful evening and a nice distraction to an otherwise horrible day. Too bad too much guidance almost made me puke at 230 this morning.
Hoping this week is better.
Loves,
mer
Let there be light
For my best girl, Kim
If ever you feel lost, seek the girls for advice, laughter, and most of all, love. Love you!
Loves!
mer
Monday, February 05, 2007
David Sedaris- my new favorite writer
I am currently reading "Me talk Pretty One Day." I love it. Sedaris is such a wonderful storyteller.
So blah today
M weekend was so great. I spent the majority of the weekend with the PC crowd. The more I hang out with them, the more I love them- well most of them that is. Thursday night we all headed over to Halo. Kinda of a mellow scene but I was amongst good company. Mike met my fab PC friends and everyone totally hit it off. I love that. Nothing too exciting happened there- however I did have a bottle of water fall on my foot. Some glass got into my ankle and some blood was shed- typical mer evening.
Friday, my better half, Ty assisted me in a photo shoot. Joe's artistic face was my subject. It was a little intimidating to work a camera around him- not going to lie. Both the boys were such a huge help though. For my first time attempting to take a professional picture I think I did aright.
Friday night- I went over to Becca's to get ready. We went out to CJs, which I hate, but it actually become more exciting as the night progressed. Somewhere between walking upstairs and grabbing my coat to leave, I got lost in the crowd and thrown into unexpected chaos. It definitely gave me a nice little rush for a minute. I need to look for those moments more. I miss them.
talk later
Loves!
mer
Sunday, February 04, 2007
You knew you grew up in the 80s if...
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "SIKE"
2. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" and can do the Carlton.
3. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishlysexy.
4. Two words: Hammer Pants.
5. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
6. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side. 7. You wore stone washed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
8. L.A.Gear....need I say more?
9. You remember reading "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing" and all the Ramona Quimby books.
10. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."
11. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (Some of us...head-to-toe).
12. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.
13. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence. 14. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes (and probably in neon colors, too)
15. After you saw "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I 16. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up."
17. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
18. You never got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
19. You have played with a Skip-It.
20. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
21. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement.
22. "Don't worry, be happy."
23. You wore, like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
24. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do).
25. You remember boom boxes.
26. You remember Alf, the li'l furry brown alien from Melmac.
27. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.
28. You know all the words to Bon Jovi's "SHOT THROUGH THE HEART."
29. (You just sang those words to yourself.)
30. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird. Oh yeah............it will never be that good again
31. Homemade Levi shorts... (The shorter the better.)
32. You remember when mullets were cool!
33. You had a mullet!
34. You still sing "We are the World."
35. You tight rolled your jeans. (french cuffed)
36. You owned a banana clip.
37. You remember "Where's the Beef?
38. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
39. You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
You're still singing "Shot through the Heart" in your head, aren't you!!!
loves!
2. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" and can do the Carlton.
3. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishlysexy.
4. Two words: Hammer Pants.
5. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
6. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side. 7. You wore stone washed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
8. L.A.Gear....need I say more?
9. You remember reading "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing" and all the Ramona Quimby books.
10. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."
11. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (Some of us...head-to-toe).
12. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.
13. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence. 14. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes (and probably in neon colors, too)
15. After you saw "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I 16. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up."
17. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
18. You never got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
19. You have played with a Skip-It.
20. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
21. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement.
22. "Don't worry, be happy."
23. You wore, like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
24. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do).
25. You remember boom boxes.
26. You remember Alf, the li'l furry brown alien from Melmac.
27. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.
28. You know all the words to Bon Jovi's "SHOT THROUGH THE HEART."
29. (You just sang those words to yourself.)
30. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird. Oh yeah............it will never be that good again
31. Homemade Levi shorts... (The shorter the better.)
32. You remember when mullets were cool!
33. You had a mullet!
34. You still sing "We are the World."
35. You tight rolled your jeans. (french cuffed)
36. You owned a banana clip.
37. You remember "Where's the Beef?
38. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
39. You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
You're still singing "Shot through the Heart" in your head, aren't you!!!
loves!
mer
"All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars" Bob Dylan
"All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars" Bob Dylan
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