I just spent the past who knows how long listening to a boy/man sing along on the telephone to Def Leppard's Hysteria album. It felt oddly familiar. Why? I swear to god I did the same thing with my eighth grade boyfriend. The only difference is that now I don't have to attempt to giggle quietly for fear that my mom will burst in and scream at me for a) being up past my bedtime, b) "laughing too loudly on the phone" (a constant complaint throughout my adolescence).
I was brought back to reality when the boy/man changed the soundtrack to the band that I hate most in the whole world here in the '07, Nickelback. But so the spell was lifted, and now I'm going to sleep. For real.
9 years ago