I'm back from Florida. In addition to swimming, sunbathing and marveling at the cleanliness of Publix supermarket, I partook in a terrible $9.95 Early Bird Special. At 5:30pm. Complete with tapioca puddin'. Yet it was oddly reassuring to know that deal still exists.
Anyway, after a relaxing week of being surrounded by retirees and strip malls named after sealife creatures, I returned to the comforts of home: i.e. my computer and the smell of fragrant herbal smoke wafting over from the next apartment. At first I was happily reading all of my favorite blogs, with my windows open, getting a contact high. But my bliss was interrupted when I discovered this jarring photograph:
NIRVANA BABY
For those of you who came of age when I did---HOLY SHIT!
I'm outraged. How dare that creepy little bastard grow up to remind us of how long ago 1991 was? Look at him. Mocking us with his moody, artistic MySpace type photo.
Smells Like Teen Spirit indeed.
Huh.
Maybe I should stop making fun of $9.95 Early Bird Specials...
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FUTURE ENTERTAINMENT AT A GEN X NURSING HOME---
Women named Jennifer and Michelle compare sunflower/yin and yang/celtic tattoos
Men brag about crazy mosh pit days and keep one nostalgic pair of Doc Martens in the back of the closet
Grunge night in the ballroom with Pearl Jam tribute band!
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