more so than usual, people have been telling me that i was born in the wrong decade. i have literally gotten this comment about 9 times just this week. and, frankly, i agree.
why couldn't i have dressed in ridiculous layers with colored hair at a cyndi lauper concert?!
or i mean, really? this is what my hair looks like when i wake up. things just would have been so much easier.
or even just a hippie so i could wear tye-dye every day with a million braids and feathers in my hair.
heck, i'd settle to be Pocahontas too.
until then, i will thrive off of dress-up parties and pinterest to quench my desire for fringe, tye-dye, feathers, and all things neon.