Uh oh. It's one of those "loopy" days. After a night of extremely incoherent dreams (I was looking for my Ninja Turtles cassette???), I woke up with Weezer's "Buddy Holly" stuck in my head. I swear, I haven't thought about that song in at least ten years, and I wake up wailing "What's with these homies dissin' my girl?"??? :)
Later today, I'll probably be wearing a flannel shirt and some Umbros. (In retrospect, I was very lucky to have gone through all of middle and some highschool at a time history where "coolness" was proportionate to how dirty you looked...)
I'll take some good old fashioned grunge any day over this new "emo" crap that I just...do...not...get. Is it "goth"? Is it skater culture? I don't know! I'm officially on the other side of the new generation gap. I'm feeling it more and more every day.
This is what a quarter-life crisis feels like, isn't it?
Well, you'll have to excuse me for now. Kurt Cobain and Gavin Rossdale are calling my name.
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