Sometimes I think stress will kill me. It's certainly keeping me up at night, sleepless and fussy, tossing and turning.
I saw a girl walk down the street today dressed like she just walked off the set of flashdance-legwarmers, ponytail to the side 80's style and all.
The 80's are back. If I see anyone in stirrup pants I'm locking myself indoors until it all goes away.
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