Holy shit! This is my 85th post on this thing. Do you realize what this means? If I had put a dollar in a bucket each time I posted, I'd have $85 by now. In a bucket!
Eighty-five reminds me of the year I graduated high school. The year was 1985 and we were partying like it was 1999 and we couldn't drive 55 and we were singing about the summer of 69. And now there's that song about the girl who's stuck in 1985. Maybe I'm that girl.
80-year-old's birthday party. That sign behind Not Don says "I heart 80" not "I heart THE 80s."
I heart 85.
I’ve got a bad case of loving you.
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