Thursday, March 4, 2010
A date should come with more legs
I know this picture is gross, but it makes me think about modern society and how cheap it feels lately. There's no context. No meat. It's all tweets, texts and twats and wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. Text me! Friend me! Give me your status update!
Communication's been whittled down to a stuffed stump on a metal pole—and the worst part is that my own greedy-for-Junior-news mother has become part of the machine. She's on Facebook.
She's holding the bucket, folks, and she wants the goods.
I blame Miley Cyrus.
And I'm taking the weekend off from this damn computer. Maybe Monday, too.
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