Such personality and vigor! “I’m freaking old” got me. Very cute.
I don’t remember the eighties. And it’s not because I was high on hairspray, squeezed into fluorescent spandex, and roller skating around Pat Benetar shows.
It’s because I was thirteen months old when they ended.
I only (legally) rented my first car a few months ago, and if I lived with my mom I’m still of the age that people wouldn’t raise eyebrows and stinks and whatever else they raise about other people’s business.
I’m young, dammit.
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