Sometimes it’s better to pretend reality is just some cruel and temporary joke. Recently, my roommate picked up a bridesmaid’s dress for a wedding. Aside from the fact that she is unable to sit down in it, she does resemble a pretty attractive penguin. If it was appropriate to do so, I’m sure she would have called the bride-to-be and asked, “You’re kidding, right?” But why spoil someone’s perfect day to satisfy your own comfort and dignity?
This guy is like a human bunny. Except instead of your offspring dying after six years or being sold to a family who isn’t ready for a dog, you have to deal with 21 college loans.
When I see a lone shoe on the side of a road, I always wonder how that person got home. Did they strap a leaf to their sock and call it a day? Did they lose the other one in a more remote location that I can’t see from the car window? Or did they just decide it was time for the left one to be replaced?
I thought “The Real Housewives of New Jersey” defined the word bittersweet, but this takes the cake.
Apparently, blind turtles can write books now too. L.A. Candy is a must read for the summer. Forget the reading lists you may have started to make and just go another year pretending you get Nabokov and Kafka references at cocktail parties.
Jerk Meape:
June 12th, 2009 at 1:56 pm
Wow, Lauren Conrad is so mysterious in her interview:
“Some of the characters may symbolize people in my life, but it is in no way calling anyone out…”
Do you think she’s telling the truth? Or by so carefully NOT calling people out, will it call them out even more strongly in a Kafkaesque twining of fatalist wit and moral nihilism?
I wish I could peel myself away from the second book in the L.A. Candy series long enough to get back to my usual daily task of watching the Emmy winning Hills seasons on DVD and fantasizing about the days when Carson Daly hosted TRL.
Sara:
July 23rd, 2009 at 11:31 pm
So, if I get a TV show and become a pseudo-celebrity, can I write a book, too? wtf, Hollywood.