come on over
you know you want to...
Our living room is painted. All four walls. We often have bowls of candy on the horizontal surfaces *not* covered by papers. I even bought a coffee table book this Sunday.
and little cara sits alone. on Whore Island (that would be the 6' of couch where i spend my days).
a single tear running down her cheek. what is that tear for, you ask? It's for YOU, you bastard. Because you are not visiting me right now. I don't care if you live in Chi-fucking-cago or even in Van-fucking-couver. Get thine ass to our house.
The astute reader might observe, "Well, cara isn't dropping by other people's houses, why should we get off of *our* asses to go see her?"
The answer:
a. Cara is lazy
b. you did not invite her over
c. Cara is le tired
d. A and C, but not B
e. all of the above (made self-contradictory by d! yes!)
so do i need to make a book club or a party or something to give y'all an excuse?
Our living room is painted. All four walls. We often have bowls of candy on the horizontal surfaces *not* covered by papers. I even bought a coffee table book this Sunday.
and little cara sits alone. on Whore Island (that would be the 6' of couch where i spend my days).
a single tear running down her cheek. what is that tear for, you ask? It's for YOU, you bastard. Because you are not visiting me right now. I don't care if you live in Chi-fucking-cago or even in Van-fucking-couver. Get thine ass to our house.
The astute reader might observe, "Well, cara isn't dropping by other people's houses, why should we get off of *our* asses to go see her?"
The answer:
a. Cara is lazy
b. you did not invite her over
c. Cara is le tired
d. A and C, but not B
e. all of the above (made self-contradictory by d! yes!)
so do i need to make a book club or a party or something to give y'all an excuse?