sundays are for white shorts and cardigans

This morning I woke up run ragged from two nights of being social in a row.  After one reaches a certain age, one must limit the nights one is social past the hour of 2am to one night per month.

I watched "St. Elmo's Fire" after making myself some pancakes and delicious coffee.   I do not relate to any of these characters or their pedestrian problems - however, their outfits were pretty sick.  I highly encourage boys to bring back high tops with colorful leggings that you tuck your cotton pants into.  Shaggy hair, big glasses, and scarves are also acceptable.

Last night I had terrible nightmares after doing some research into Jdate.  I will not meet the love of my life on the internet - this is certain.  

I shall dimish into the west.