Last year, I was a day late in celebrating the birthday of my precious WordPress here. Not this year, dammit!
In my two years here, I’ve rambled on, I’ve over-shared, and I’m sure I didn’t use the right version of “there” in one of my entries. And in return, I have, surprisingly, gotten some followers (that may or may not have un-followed me after; I’m guessing I said something about cell phones that got them butthurt), dumbass spam messages (I can actually earn $90 doing an hour of massage instead of “working at home” being a “stride mother” or something, and NO, I don’t work at those rub-and-tub joints, OK?), and even a couple stalkers. I’m still awaiting for Keanu Reeves to give me a call so that he can redeem his grand prize for topping my Crush Object of the Year list two years in a row. Until then, I leave you with some celebratory gifs, and some party music from 20 years ago exactly.
(More on this gorgeous queen soon!)
(I’m going to miss seeing Timmy play for the orange-and-black, man.)
And this is what the club kids were hopping to 20 years ago. Music like this is one of the reasons why time machines need to exist: so I could go back in time, put on my crop-tops and finest JNCO wide-leggers, and get high on ecstasy-laced pacifiers while jamming to this good shit!