It has come to my attention lately, and perhaps others have noticed it too (but basically, if you haven't, you're either blind, living in a dark cave with Usama Bin Lauden with no television, or dude, I don't know...), that the 80's are like TOTALLY making a comeback-- From the My Little Ponies, to the Care Bears, to Strawberry Shorcake, to Rainbow Bright, and countless other toys and memorabilia like t-shirts and backbacks that are now gracing the overly cluttered aisles of stores such as Target and Walmart.  You can't seem to escape it.  Even chunky bracelets, beads, pointy shoes, and bright pinks and greens are a main staple in nearly every store.  I admit, that I have become increasingly guilty of buying these useless, and ridiculous treasures.  But I have no regret at all (Ah...his words Willy HUNG so well...he he...I'm such a dork).
My fashion sense as of late has become rather questionable, as I've tried to appear more "mature" and "sophisticated" by wearing simple, classy shirts and coats, and then I'll go ahead and pair it with...bright pink heals?...heart bracelets?...neon jelly bracelets?...Bright pink Chandelier earings?...Bead necklaces?  Thrift store steals?...Band shirts from the 80's?...Shirts that have stupid sayings like: "Wanted: A guy who knows how to handle a gorgeous car?"...It seems that my fashion has taken a turn towards confusion, or as I like to think of it, it is caught in between two completely different time periods.  On one hand, there is the part of me that is totally "young, hip, mature woman," "feminine but understated," "cafe' latte meets Cosmo magazine meets Pilates-enthusiast."  And then there is the other part of me that's screaming: "Rebel! grrrrr." "Rock chick 4 life!" "free-spirit!" 
I'm sure Freud would have had some wonderfully insighful guesses as to what all this means.  I suppose, like my habit of eating ice cubes, "dysfunctional fashion" he would say, is a "reflection of my sexual frustrations and inner turmoil."  Or, as doctor Phil would say, "I am simply stuck in a transitory state between womanhood and adolescence."  Whatever it all means, I don't really care because I'm enjoying this new fashion-exploration,  and I'm oddly enjoying the random comments from old ladies, like: "excuse me deary.  I just noticed your jacket there and realized, I used to have one that looked just like that."  Well, granny, this one could very well be yours because I bought it for 2 bucks at a Thrift store.
In other news, I love the new 80's influenced music that is coming out (and even some revivals from the 80's) like: The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, the Strokes, the Walkmen, and The Cure and The Pixies who are making a comeback.  I even heard that Duran Duran has returned to the music scene.  This is so awesome!!! Man, I'm in heaven right now.  
And by the way, my favorite cartoon of all time is from the 80's...yep, you probably guessed it...RAINBOW BRIGHT!!!  "Rainbow Bright see the Shining light..."  awwww memories.  
Oh yeah, and I went to San Diego this weekend and saw my parents and my sisters. It was a very nice visit.  My mom and I went shopping, and of course we bought 80's stuff.  I got new pink shoes, and about 20 bright and colorful bracelets, plus a few other odds and ends.  What can I say, mom's come into handy sometimes.  I also took my dog for a run at dog beach, and he ended up getting butt-humped by a huge labrador.  Butterscotch (a male golden retriever), just looked at me with big, confused eyes that said, "mommy, I feel very violated right now."  Apparently dogs can be homosexual too.  This dog was a male.  What else would explain that kind of grotesque public display of affection?  In any case, with the help of the gay dog's owner, I was able to free poor Butterscotch from harm, and save him from any serious damage. 
Well, I hope this incredibly long entry makes up for my lack of posts recently.  I've been busy kids.  Don't be mad. I still love you.  Do you love me?  You know you do, cuz I got that mad 80's style.  Did I mention that I like chocolate?  Well, I do. And chocolate eaters are very lovable people. Or so I've heard.. 
Now that is a sweet piece of chocolate you might say...(only one or two people will get that. sorry).