i miss when a quarter made me feel like a king.
i miss the ozone layer.
i miss having childhood crushes.
i miss seeing your top lip, uncle ricky. that’s just freakin creepy.
i miss when everyone didn’t dress like me.
i miss friday night boosts of self-esteem.
i miss VHS rewinders like i miss being punched in the face.
i miss the good days - when music was all about the hair.
i miss when paula wasn’t creepy.
oh. wait.
i miss people simply saying ‘i don’t know’.
i miss onesies.
i miss that hot ass.
i miss kitt. my car talks too. but it’s bossy.
‘turn right here…turn left now’
‘blah blah blah’
