I hope you have enjoyed my tour of the 1980's. It would have been impossible without a small tribe of workers to have covered the decade properly, as I have easily a dozen half-completed posts covering movies that changed the times, way more detail about what we wore, holy shit did I glaze over Michael (Jackson), and why every girl lugged a giant bottle of Aqua Net in her bag.
Your final gifty of this journey comes second hand, like the rest of them - as a younger sister my 80's existed of nothing but hand-me-downs. You'll find it on your desk at like, the most awesome moment like.
In closing... let's just get on with it. There is one exemption to my face contorting into an ultimate scowl (and eye roll!) at a person who learns my name and goes karaoke with this song - I call the man who cleans the fish tanks Clooney, because frankly, he's got a mild case of it, and he calls me 5309. Fair enough.
- Fin
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