An Ode To y’All Can Have 90s Meg Ryan I’ve Moved On For Good Sorry
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I find it
incredibly odd when people deem Meg Ryan
as some sorta rom-com muse and totally neglect the fact that Tara Reid literally
transcended the way
boys became men
by sparking lunchtime hot takes
over what place would be the most appropriate spot to propose to her
and if the weather needed to be completely sunny
or if a little drizzle in the clouds was better for dramatic effect.
The debates always went the same way:
dude, it needs to be sunny,
angels look the best when their skin can radiate—
nah, no way, a little rain will put that proposal in the bag,
make it all Nicholas Sparks in this bitch,
know what I’m saying.
Years later,
the American Pie movie poster is still taped to my ceiling,
and Tara’s Instagram account is the active homepage on my computer
because waking up every morning and seeing her beautiful face gives
my life more meaning
than
all-you-can-eat sushi restaurants
and
smooth as fuck R. Kelly love songs,
before he did all that controversial weird shit
and got parodied on South Park,
losing all credibility to make the argument that
Trapped in the Closet is our generation’s Stairway to Heaven
combined.
And for all you keeping score at home,
that’s a lottttttttttt.
But, I’ve pretty much accepted the fact that Tara and I
will never elope
or exchange pen pal information
or take empties back to Price Chopper
or share a series of aww-worthy eskimo kisses under a mistletoe at a horrible office party
and I guess that’s all apart of growing up
and part of growing up means
I need to
stop taking romantic interests in women who
sleep with their socks on
because there is nothing more untrustworthy than that
and I cringe at the thought of wool-en feet rubbing up and down my
bare shins
almost as much as I cringed this morning when I watched a
video of someone mixing protein powder with a tallboy of PBR.
I would send you a link but I’m not sure
if it would be available in your area
because YouTube has some dumb restrictions
and this is totally not an excuse I’ve just made up because I’m too lazy to send the link
But this is totally an excuse I’ve just made up because I’m too lazy to send the link,
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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I’m still sleepless over 90’s Meg Ryan. Always will be.
this is great Shawn! thanks