don't turn around, cause you're gonna see my heart breakin'.

"be my lover, wanna be my lover, lover. dah duh dah di di dah dah dah."

you gotta love the germans and their euro-dance pop duos.

remember how epicly awesome the 90's were? and how music just seemed to disco groove its way into your ears and you wanted to be just like steve and doug butabi:

"you? me? me? you?" 

d: so anyways, i was standing there waiting to use the pay phone.
s: yeah, he was, seriously.
d: and this guy who was on the phone, turns around and tips his hat like this.
s: and who do you think that guy was?
d: emilio estevez.
s: the mighty duck man, i swear to god, i was there.
d: of course you were, you were the one who yelled the breakfast clubber's name.
s: i was like, "emilio."

 best band ever ace of base.

"it's a beautiful life, oh oh ooo

i just wanna be here beside you 

and stay until the break of dawn..."

i wanna hang out with richard greico and michael clarke duncan the bouncer at the roxbury.

why can't snl make movies or skits like this anymore? apart from 'macgruber', which was awesome as a skit and a concept, but the film's execution was wiggidy-whack. maybe don't add reese witherspoon's baby daddy to things and they might succeed? 

not cutting it. bring back shia!

or could it be that the soundtrack of the 2000's & the music in general is lacking the quintessential: "what is love? baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no mo!"?

where are the techno-pop, electronica, dance, funkytown groovin' songs? don't you miss people who look like this:

or a little bit of raver colors and pacifiers like this:

groove is most definitely in the heart.

it does feel so good, thanks for reminding me, sonique.

i am going to reminisce with my good old friends madison avenue, remember those two? 

like she said, "don't call me baby".

and have a bitchin' time with my slap bracelet, watch some 'twin peaks', drink some zima, and "go find my cranberries cd from the quad before someone snags it".

d, i'm outtie.

sorry ferguson, you didn't make the cut.

ever notice how the 90's always had the best pair of "bff's"? i'm pretty sure that acronym didn't even exist at that time. ah, the days before 'lol' & 'brb': those really were the days; but i digress. 
duos, buddies, pairs, accomplices, partners in crime were so much more with it. that je ne sais quoi! 

miss angela chase & her bestie man stealer.

(honestly, just the combination of denim, plaid, crochet, & floral are already enough to make me wanna jump into this jpeg; but for reals despite some of their personal issues with a certain frozen embryo member, jordan catalano, rayanne's desire for copious temptations of the illegal persuasion, & angela's general lack of personal understanding these two are a match made in heaven.)

dj lesser attractive tanner & kimmy potentially retarded gibbler.

("oh, mylanta!" are these two a sight for sore eyes. nothing says amazing friendship like a sideways ponytail, dj's wannabe jem-esque hair, & stinky feet. despite the levels of iq being on the opposite ends of the spectrum, kimmy's shopaholic ways and dj's "pillow person" love work for me and make me long for the days of "everywhere you look...") 

sam anders & sabrina clarissa darling.

 

(first off, i have to say that i always wanted to live in a house where my best friend could come to my room by using a ladder that was the perfect height for climbing through my bedroom window, but alas it was not meant to be. nowadays, someone would dial 9-1-1 and arrest him for home invasion or call him a peeping tom, but those of us who know the relationship of sweet sam and clarissa know better. he: skateboards, surfs, and a bitchin' guitar tune comes on every time he enters. she: lives in a surreal dream land, believes in ufos, likes photography & rock music, and might just be the most epic style icon ever. what's not to love about these two? as sam would say, "what's the worst that could happen?")

blossom russo & six lemeure.

(being the youngest child and only daughter in a house as wacky as that of the russo's couldn't have been easy on blossom, but hey she did have her buddy six to hang with! they went through it all together: abuse, alcoholism, pregnancy scare, drugs, and an epic hat collection that will transcend through the ages. they may have been through some darker times than some of my other fav buds, but hey! just talk fast, press the record button on a video cam, dance around with your cast mates in glitter, sequins, faded leather coats, and get your thing on.)

is it so much to want things back to when they were awesome? and if someone so much as mentions 'degrassi: the next generation' as a place for unique besties, i'll loose it.

she's gotta have it.

name: morgan.

nicknames: morgs, morgana banana, morgalorg, mackmama, youngberry, miller the killer, etc.

age: 21.8.

origin: mother’s womb/new york city.

sex: no thank you/female.

occupation: apathetic (wannabe) artistic gremlin.

likes: autumn leaves under my feet, mashed potatoes, the portuguese language, miu miu, french everything, people who are kind, hand-holding.

dislikes: tuna fish, rudeness, headaches, people who don't 

recycle, boots with zippers, cannibals.

dream house: nasa space station.

dream job: undecided.

hopes: that maybe someone reads this?

television: marquee moon.

music: sam cooke, sonic youth, sea wolf.

 

had this for ages but i guess just now deciding what to do with it. but i don't really know what to do with it; so i'll just muck about i guess.

without question, shelton jackson aka "spike lee" has always encompassed new york fashion, ambiance, and straight up ballerhood.


fact:
- he still loves the knicks: always has & always will.
- brooklyn at heart even though he's a georgia peach.
- his style is what made it okay for there to be black nerds (despite what mr. donald glover says)  (see below)

blerd (blûrd)

n. slang

1. a boring or unpopular person, esp one obsessed with something specified: i.e.: a computer blerd

2. a stupid and feeble african-american person

blerdish adj

blerdy adj

HENCE:

 señor urkel.

the one and only tom jones carlton banks.

chewy wasn't ready for this list so, lando will have to do.

mr. dy-no-mite, himself.

thanks spike for letting us be our dorky, fun loving, nerdy, nintendo hugging, vonnegut reading, glasses from the past wearing, bill cosby sweater donning, "did i do that?" saying selves. you gotta have it spike. 

i salute you!