03/19/08 - Sick is the New Black
Being sick has gotten way too trendy for me. I thought I was cool being ill but now it's played out. I admit I tried to get into the whole fad when it first started. I stayed in bed for a couple days and didn't take a shower just to get the hip new sick-do:
Gasmask is for work, not for SARS
I even paid $1,800 for a custom made Barry Manilow brand pair of pajamas sewn by little Chinese children in sweatshops so I'd be styling with my disease at all times.
I hear all the cool party drugs are out and the scenester kids are snorting Airborne and shooting up Theraflu.
Enough is enough. It sucks. Like hammer pants or mullets, being sick is out. Quit passing it around and let's find something else to be totally pointless about. Like... maybe collecting T-shirts? That'd be kind of cool. :)
Hope everyone gets well.
~Mark Lim
www.PoisonApple.com
Oh, here's another bonus mini blog entitled: My Mother The F'ing Poet:
My mother was proud to send me an email with a poem she wrote. I usually delete everything my mother sends me because 9 out 10 times it's really annoying or something like, "Take your shoes off when you visit my home" but I actually chuckled a bit when I read her poem:
F U Corvette
You whiz by me in your red sports car
Driving like a NASCAR superstar
But alas to your thunderous feat
For it is at the next stop light
WE ONCE AGAIN MEET !
She's such a dork.
Gasmask is for work, not for SARS
I even paid $1,800 for a custom made Barry Manilow brand pair of pajamas sewn by little Chinese children in sweatshops so I'd be styling with my disease at all times.
I hear all the cool party drugs are out and the scenester kids are snorting Airborne and shooting up Theraflu.
Enough is enough. It sucks. Like hammer pants or mullets, being sick is out. Quit passing it around and let's find something else to be totally pointless about. Like... maybe collecting T-shirts? That'd be kind of cool. :)
Hope everyone gets well.
~Mark Lim
www.PoisonApple.com
Oh, here's another bonus mini blog entitled: My Mother The F'ing Poet:
My mother was proud to send me an email with a poem she wrote. I usually delete everything my mother sends me because 9 out 10 times it's really annoying or something like, "Take your shoes off when you visit my home" but I actually chuckled a bit when I read her poem:
F U Corvette
You whiz by me in your red sports car
Driving like a NASCAR superstar
But alas to your thunderous feat
For it is at the next stop light
WE ONCE AGAIN MEET !
She's such a dork.