Me this morning, at the cats: stop it. Stop it. No fighting. No. You know what. I’m turning the TV on, and it won’t be cat tv. No. I’m putting on she’s all that because I deserve **a fucking soundtrack >8|**
Me, at the prom scene, dj announcing its spring 1999: *sobbing* oh my god I was so young. I was twenty. Twenty. When this came out. There was so much. So much hope. So much I don’t know and that’s okay. FPJ “I’M NOT YOU, DAD!!!” But you know what, I AM, my dad and also not, and it’s a problem and also okay and Jesus fuck the kids deserve so much better than this shitshow we have now.
And get- hey kids- did you know- did you know that once upon a time we
Went to movies weekly?? We went every Friday after work. To catch the latest release. And it cost about 1- 1.5x minimum wage. In a first run theatre. And there were so many new shows. So. Many. Every week. Pick your flavor.
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