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"Straight Up" is playing on the 80s MusicChoice station right now, and it's really pissing me off. Do you realize that there's an entire generation of people who only know Paula Abdul as a judge on American Idol? Lucky squealling bastards.

It's sorely tempting for me to go into the kitchen and whack myself over the head with a frying pan until I get amnesia, if only to get that video of hers with Keanu Reeves out of my head. (Bonus points if the brain cells containing the memories of the one where she dances with the cartoon cat die off, too.)

Oh, and a massive ego-stroking question jacked from lots42 ...

Why did you add me to your friends list?

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So far today, I've heard Paula Abdul, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, and Debbie Gibson. No wonder I've had this nagging feeling since I woke up that I've forgotten to finish my geometry homework. It also explains my sudden desire to watch "Misfits of Science" again, which I'm pretty sure solidifies my belief that I am now officially lost in the eighties.

Someone drag me out of here, would you? The deep-rooted need to crimp my hair and put on slashed jeans with spandex underneath 'em is becoming frightfully all-encompassing.

Been reading the comments to the "Why'd you add me?" post, and ...

... you know, I was thinking of mentioning that I was flirting shamelessly while slipping Rohypnol into my friends' list's drink, but then I realized that someone was bound to protest that I don't have to drug my friends list to have kinky, all-night sex with it.

Hee. My friends list is such a dirty, dirty slut. :)