Thursday, April 28, 2005

Admittedly, I was the one eating dry cereal with my fingers...

...but at least I wasn't the one who brought my American Girl Doll on the train.

A Comparison:

Nine year old girl on F Train, wearing: pink skirt, pink sweater, pink vest, pink sunglasses, pink (Barbie) backpack, black boots. Reading: Stuart Little by E.B. White

Cupcake on the F Train this morning wearing: pink tee, pink cardigan, pink shoes, pink bag, pink jacket, black pants. Reading: Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson.

See, kid? You have nothing to fear from adulthood. Except rent destabilization. And dying alone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you're pretty funny. for someone from RI.

- Princess Of Darkness