here's lookin at you
to the man with the 7 piece khaki suit (hat, shirt, vest, jacket, pants, bag, and i'm assuming skivvies as well), i know you took one last look in the mirror before you left your tiny studio apartment this morning and said, "damn, i look good." but the sad reality is... you don't. it's not that it's 7 separate pieces of khaki--actually, that's part of it--it's just that the bag is a couple shades darker than the rest of the perfectly coordinated ensemble. i mean, if you're going to go through the effort of getting 6 matching pieces, why not go all the way?to the woman with the baby cheetah fur hat. here's a story for you:
meow meow meow
meow meow STAB
(silence...)
the end.
to the conductor who announced to the occupants of the n train that the r train across the platform at 34th street would be moving ahead of the n train, causing 75% of the people in the n train to dash across to the r train only to look back and see the n train doors close and drive off first anyway, you suck.
and finally, to the woman in the heinous coach flats (who wears monograms on their feet?) who was obviously racing me up the times square stairs, throwing elbows ain't cool. you not only hurt my arm, but also my feelings.
posted by erica @ 10:00 AM
1 Comments:
i have to say: apostrophe-itis.
and this is because i am now in third grade. i know i dont use proper punctuation and capitalization, but i am consistent with it. now to criticize myself: i hate it when sentences begin with "and," or when they end with prepositions.
thank you for your attention.
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