not that this is totally true

but i miss 1994. not all aspects of it, i was angsty, miserable and nerdy. but i do miss 90s fashion. with the 80s all the rage now, how much longer until i can wear long flowery dresses that have collars and button up the front? or baggy tees with tank tops underneath and a pair of ripped jeans? or a sundress with a t shirt under it, or a macrame style cardigan over it? i miss wearing my hair like this:

i am the queen of nostalgia. remember when we had no responsibilities? no kids, more money? i used to go out dancing every week, two or three times. not clubbing, mind you. i was too intellectual and snobbish to go clubbing, i went to clubs to dance, not pick up guys or get hammered. i loved to dance. i still love to dance.

we are going to the mega 80s in a couple of weeks. i am excited. it will be an older crowd, so i won't feel like some sort of flabby old cow trying to recapture her younger funner days in front of a bunch of skinny bitches in halter tops.

the other morning, i woke up feeling like it could be a new day. no more second guessing about decisions. i am just going to go with it and do it, instead of languishing in the world of "if only". at least that is what i keep telling myself. if only i were thinner, if only we had more money, if only the house was bigger, if only the house was cleaner, if only sylvie and isabel listened to me more, if only jason would relax, if only i wasn't so inept at social gatherings, if only we hadn't booked that vacation...i have a tendency to drive myself crazy.

there are days when i feel like eliza dolittle singing to freddie. show me.

i really like my new earrings.

jason doesn't want me to get my hair cut, but i may do it anyway. i could bring back the winona ryder look.