On fake eighties nostalgia.
I’m drinking gin in studio and making sculptures of lipstick. I should be kissing foxy ceramics majors. Why does my life feel like a long mash up of every John Hughes movie?
Because you’ve idealized Molly Ringwald, and all you know of the eighties is what you see on retro VH1 clip shows. Ah yes, life was so much easier in Shermer, Illinois.
Good luck kissing foxy ceramics majors, though. Those kids really know how to work with their hands. Maybe you need a pop music montage so you can skip ahead to the awkward scene of sexual exploration.
*freeze-frame*
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