Thursday, February 12, 2009
It's just not fair, baby. I was watching you on television being a baby WHEN I WAS BABY. I identified with you: I had a binky, you had a binky. And you were so brightly colored. But then, something changed. While I grew buck teeth and had an awkward Marilyn Manson/Nine Inch Nails phase, you were sitting pretty, making your millions on the longest-running American television show. While I am paying my BILLS at a thankless job, you are spelling out E=MC² with your baby blocks, and escaping from the Springfield daycare center. Sounds fun! Say hi to Homer, Marge, Bart and Lisa for me okay. BECAUSE I'M LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD. I hate you, baby.