Don't You Forget About Me

I am SO an 80's girl. Micheal Jackson, Miami Vice, Chuck D's and neon legwarmers. Who would have guessed that my old clothes would ever be fashionable again?! Anyway, an old highschool friend of mine got me all nostalgic and I climbed up in my attic to see if I had any of those relics left.  Well, unfortunately time was not kind to most of them and I vacuumed up many that had turned to dust. My high school uniform had survived (no wonder, I think they made those from asbestoes and the shit they use on the space shuttle so it doesnt burn up on re-entry (hehe, I said re-entry.) ) I would have tried it on but the material looked angry and menacing.  Underneath that, I found a box with a few old corsages saved from dances 20+ years ago (mostly intact too), another box with tons of letters and stuff from the aforementioned friend. I'm not a real sentimental kind of person. I mean, I'm kinda anchored in the present or the future. I'm also not rooted too much in stuff. Material possessions kinda wig me out, I consider myself a minimalist. Its a friggin mystery how this stuff survived all of my yearly purges without me pitching them.  I guess I'm glad I still have them, its fun to read all the embarrassing things you wrote as a kid....or that someone else wrote to you (but that you would never mock or tease them about, ever.) Hehe.

It's Monday. I feel good. My rollercoaster headache has dissapated. I worked out for an hour this morning and went shopping. Ahhhh. Now its time for a nap. Life is rough. hehe.