If someone could point me in the direction of the nearest mental hospital, I would greatly appreciate it. I went out to a restaurant a few nights ago with my roomie, her boyfriend, and visiting friend of hers. There was a tv on the wall playing the Jetsons, and this conversation actually took place. I mean, think about it; why are they living up in the sky?

Cause it’s the future? No, I call BS. Either the planet has totally gone to hell, or there’s a serious gap in wealth in the world of the Jetsons.

Some future…

I’ll be going to a wedding in a few days… I hope this isn’t the type of conversation that I make.