i am laying in my bed, maybe drunk, maybe not, swooooooning hardcore over this song: i'm so young, by the students.
someone...anybody...please, write me into a 1950s doo-wop movie where i can dance to this song with the boy i'm going steady with and have a beehive maybe, or at least capri pants and red lipstick.
maybe we should just remake cry-baby. i'll be a drape.
1 comment:
Oooh, another superb post-- your blog has been ON FIRE lately. We need a sock hop!
xoxo, LC
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