Hellooo, Everybody
I was just struck with the urge to post in my LJ. I haven't felt like writing much lately; depression bites the big one. But I always feel better after I write, and I guess I had temporarily forgotten that fact (and I always feel better after having read all of y'all's posts, which I plan to do after I finish here).
Remember slip 'n slides? I tell ya, there was nothing better than flinging myself on the hard, dirt-packed ground in our backyard. Oh sure, SOMETIMES you could get the momentum going, but it was usually over by that point. I still have a scar from a sharp rock that was overlooked during the SNSP (Slip 'N Slide Prep).
Remember Barbie and the Rockers? I had all five members of the band (Barbie, Dana, Dee Dee, Derek, and ?), the Rockers tour van, the stage, and all of the custom fashions. Every doll came with a tape with TWO (count em) TWO songs on it by the Rockers themselves. Here's the chorus for the only one I can recall:
Danglin' earrings
(Scatter halt)
Danglin' earrings
(Scatter and halt)
See them as they go
Swingin' fast, swingin' slow
Blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blahblah blahblah blaahhhh...
Remember Z. Cavaricci's were the biggest thing in the pre-adolescent fashion world? Man, my mom would only allow me ONE pair of marked-down shorts (which I humbly thank her for today). There was this girl in the seventh grade... I think her name was Melissa Such-and-such. Well, she decided to tape a little piece of notebook paper on the tab of her jeans, with "Z. Cavaricci" written on it (in really poor penmanship, too). Of course she was ridiculed, but not by me. I was over in the corner alone, deserted for never matching my clothes together "correctly". Assholes.
Remember your first car? The one with the cigarette burns and the Funny Smell In The Back Seat? The one with all of the punk rock stickers on it and the stuffed animals in the backseat? The one with the leopard print pillow in the driver's seat because it's an '81 and the power seat adjustment no longer works? Remember just driving around for the hell of it?
Now Slip 'N Slides have been replaced with getting wasted in one way or another.
Now Barbie and the Rockers have been replaced with Brittany Spears and Jessica Simpson (or maybe just the Brats dollz, I can't decide which, and really - what's the difference?).
Now Z. Cavaricci's have been replaced with (take your pick) Diesel, Lucky Brand, etc.
Now your first car is probably more fuel-efficient, but the gas prices don't allow for simply cruising around, not to mention the state of the Ozone layer.
We're so screwed, but I guess that's Ka.
On a lighter note, I'm wearing dangley earrings in honor of Dana, my favorite Rocker (she was the brunette).
Remember slip 'n slides? I tell ya, there was nothing better than flinging myself on the hard, dirt-packed ground in our backyard. Oh sure, SOMETIMES you could get the momentum going, but it was usually over by that point. I still have a scar from a sharp rock that was overlooked during the SNSP (Slip 'N Slide Prep).
Remember Barbie and the Rockers? I had all five members of the band (Barbie, Dana, Dee Dee, Derek, and ?), the Rockers tour van, the stage, and all of the custom fashions. Every doll came with a tape with TWO (count em) TWO songs on it by the Rockers themselves. Here's the chorus for the only one I can recall:
Danglin' earrings
(Scatter halt)
Danglin' earrings
(Scatter and halt)
See them as they go
Swingin' fast, swingin' slow
Blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blahblah blahblah blaahhhh...
Remember Z. Cavaricci's were the biggest thing in the pre-adolescent fashion world? Man, my mom would only allow me ONE pair of marked-down shorts (which I humbly thank her for today). There was this girl in the seventh grade... I think her name was Melissa Such-and-such. Well, she decided to tape a little piece of notebook paper on the tab of her jeans, with "Z. Cavaricci" written on it (in really poor penmanship, too). Of course she was ridiculed, but not by me. I was over in the corner alone, deserted for never matching my clothes together "correctly". Assholes.
Remember your first car? The one with the cigarette burns and the Funny Smell In The Back Seat? The one with all of the punk rock stickers on it and the stuffed animals in the backseat? The one with the leopard print pillow in the driver's seat because it's an '81 and the power seat adjustment no longer works? Remember just driving around for the hell of it?
Now Slip 'N Slides have been replaced with getting wasted in one way or another.
Now Barbie and the Rockers have been replaced with Brittany Spears and Jessica Simpson (or maybe just the Brats dollz, I can't decide which, and really - what's the difference?).
Now Z. Cavaricci's have been replaced with (take your pick) Diesel, Lucky Brand, etc.
Now your first car is probably more fuel-efficient, but the gas prices don't allow for simply cruising around, not to mention the state of the Ozone layer.
We're so screwed, but I guess that's Ka.
On a lighter note, I'm wearing dangley earrings in honor of Dana, my favorite Rocker (she was the brunette).