I was singing Liz Phair’s Strange Loop to myself in the shower this morning. As I usually do not sing in the shower, I’m wondering if everyone woke up in the 90′s kind of mood today.
Where is the time travel portal so I can be a fourteen-year-old in England for the first time? 1994 was a very good year. My older sister took me to my first concert without my parents. We saw the German version of Pavement, called Blumfeld. And then Pavement.
I still know that I was wearing an x-girl navy shirt with red ringers, a red tennis skirt, and a pair of Jack Purcells.
I think if I’d never had an older sister, I would be so lame.
All it takes is thinking about anything to be transported to the 90s. Shit, it’s probably easier to say it takes invocation to get me to the present.
I was singing Liz Phair’s Strange Loop to myself in the shower this morning. As I usually do not sing in the shower, I’m wondering if everyone woke up in the 90′s kind of mood today.
Honestly, if I am not fifteen forever, then what the fuck am I doing here?
Where is the time travel portal so I can be a fourteen-year-old in England for the first time? 1994 was a very good year. My older sister took me to my first concert without my parents. We saw the German version of Pavement, called Blumfeld. And then Pavement.
I still know that I was wearing an x-girl navy shirt with red ringers, a red tennis skirt, and a pair of Jack Purcells.
I think if I’d never had an older sister, I would be so lame.