this is super cheesy of me, but I have to...
patrick swayze died yesterday and i was quite sad. i didn't have much of a childhood. i didn't spend a lot of time watching cartoons and playing with dolls; i wanted to grow up and hang out with my brothers, so I abandoned these things pretty early on in life. there were a couple of things that i held onto no matter how much my brothers teased me, though, and one of those was "dirty dancing." in fact, when i did play with barbies, they were forced to reenact scenes from the movie. dirty dancing is terribly cheesy and a bad, bad movie, but i loved it as a kid so it has a place in my wicked little heart. so much so that my brother jokingly texted me this morning asking how i was handling swayze's death.
johnny castle, if i still had my barbies i'd totally dedicate a final reenactment to you.
stay gold.
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