Meeting in the Ladies Room: Klymaxx
Oh dear God! My eyes. They are buuurning. Make it stop. This is a bad video for a great song. Bad. Very, very bad. On so, so, SO many levels. The clothes. The hair.
The shirtless sweaty minimulleted guy off his meds having a seizure in the chair he appears to be tethered to.
The only reason I'd be going to the ladies room is to vomit if he approached me.
How did we ever make it through the 80s? I mean seriously. There are no words. Was everything really that asymetrical, shiny and just...crazy? I'm so glad I was only a tween at the time. There's something to be said for your parents still having control of your clothes purchases.
I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
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Em...okay not really. Highly entertaining video though! Heh! Thanks!