Acceptable in the 80's.

So, I see these shoes:

(WHERE HAS MY PICTURE GONE?)

(Rainbow Hi-Top Volleys, $30 from Target, but back off, size seven are mine)

and I want them so, so bad.

So much so that I think I might try to pawn off my soul for a pair.

And ever since then, I have been thinking in

neon

of

synthesisers

Americanised-

packaged food

nesquik

comics

bulimia chic

fantasising over

grid-pics

computer games

packed lunch-box meals

pizza for dinner

game-centre's/fun houses like they should be

"HONEY, I SHRUNK THE KIDS!"

ATTN RAY-BAN: Your posters have muchos kudos from Kate.

I fucking need a pair of your colourized glasses, plus maybe some face paint.

Excuse me please, I need to watch some tacky sit-coms on you-tube.