My Ass Is Stuck In The Past

Plenty of people are talking about the Oscars right now, but after watching that cerebral piece of late 90s cinema known as A Night At The Roxbury today, all I want is to go back to 1997, wear shiny fun clothes and frosted lipstick, shove away the douchebags that hit on me, and (badly) dance my ass off to Haddaway and La Bouche in the club. (Sure, I can do all that in my own studio and pretend there’s other club-hoppers around if I eat enough edibles, but I’d rather take the time machine.)

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