We went to the Punk Rock flea market today. God dang it was awful. Just hipsters pretending to be anarchists and buying old things.
There's nothing political about nostalgia for your youth. Is there?
Anyway, speaking of worthless nostalgia and the delusional glorification of one's own youth (am I the only one who can admit I was wholly miserable throughout my entire childhood and don't want old shit around that reminds me of it???)
Uh ok anyway.
Boyfriend bought these army men and made them fight. I made them have romantic gay sex ad propose to one another.
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