Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I need a time machine.

K, it's official. I was born in the wrong decade. I was born in 1989, but I should have been born in 1975, because I was definitely meant to be a '90s girl.

It's so easy to picture myself living in Montana, wearing plaid shirts and Doc Martens, cruising around the mountains in a Jeep Wagoneer, and rocking out to Pearl Jam, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Sublime.

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