And Ode to 'Eighties'
A couple of weeks ago Noor, Camilla, and I found ourselves on mushrooms downtown, laughing like schoolgirls. We made our way into Rideau, passed the people that were walking too incredibly fast ,and there he was. His hair was eighties. His shirt was eighties. His pants were eighties. His shoes were eighties. He.... was Eighties. My eyes widened with excitement. "IT'S EIGHTIES!!!!" And oh Jesus Crow... I could see every curve of his penis, his pants were so tight... And it's not that he was particularly good looking by any means, but yes. I fell in love. His hair was so messy and scraggly (much like the eighties grunge), and his shirt was a cutoff. His shoes were wight high tops. Seriously, it was love. He was eighties. I'm not going to lie, I followed him around Rideau in my intensely intense state.... But Eighties, you mystery man, I love you.