Why blog the 80s?

Due to not-so-popular yet compelling demand, I'm blogging my high school diary entries from the late eighties and early nineties.

You are more likely to enjoy this blog if:
- You were born between 1970 and 1976.
- You thought George Michael would fall in love with you if he only got to know you.
- Your Aquanet consumption easily exceeded one fushia aerosol can per month.
- You penned at least one angsty poem per week about your latest crush.
- You assiduously nursed all legitimate bouts of melancholia into sustained periods of truly impressive despair. When you consulted your journals weeks after writing about each episode, you moved yourself to tears.



Signs that my daughers (ages 3 and 5) will be just as angst-ridden in their teenage years as I was:
B: After another child in her kindergarten class started playing with a doll she wanted: "She took my heart and crumpled it in little pieces."
S: Trying to calm down after bedtime routine went awry... "The crying words keep coming up."
B: Yelling at me for telling her I would play with her when she stopped being so bossy... "I'm standing here all alone in the middle of nothing!"
Posted by MamaLuke at 9:25 PM

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