I thought about tweeting this but there might be like 5 people who see it and that's too many. There's no reason for anyone to come here anymore.
The only thing I want is for it to be 1989, and for my dad to have just come home with an Indiana Jones VHS he rented at Hastings and one of those long paper bags with two pizzas from Little Ceasar's.
Nostalgia is a hell of a drug and I am a heavy user.
There's too much. I miss simple.
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