Friday, March 6, 2009
Impenetrable. I get it. In this day and age, you gotta look out for numero uno. But, this might be taking it too far. Do the people that live here have a secret rock facade entrance? Or do they have to storm the castle with ladders and crossbows every day? And what about the trick-or-treaters?
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Do you think these people really want the above-mentioned masses showing up at their door?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
It's always 1984 here! Do you think conversations in this house sound like this:
"Come on Eileen, wake me up before you go go."
"You gotta have faith."
"It's my perogative. I'll do what I'm gonna do."
"Do you really want to hurt me?"
"Girls just want to have fun."
Monday, February 2, 2009
You know that line between tacky and cool—like the thrift store sweater with the poodle on it. It's really bad. It's so bad that you are strangely drawn to it. You want to buy it. You have to buy it. Sure, you play it off to your friends like you're only wearing it to be ironic and hip. They don't need to know that you secretly love it.