I
said someone looked "very 1992" yesterday, with her long hair flowing
out of a more-perched-than-worn backwards cap, and I dunno if she got
that but that's a huge compliment from me. It means I wanna get into
your ripped-at-the-knees Gap jeans, and if you wanna keep the 'blades on
while we get down and dirty on the Twister mat to Skid Row's Slave To
The Grind and the Red Hot Chilli's Blood Sugar Sex Magick, that's cool
with me.
We can play Mega Drive after.
