So I was redoing my sidebar tonight while trying to keep in my theme of “pants” (or lack there of) references. It then dawn on me that all of my Pantsless Friends truly exemplified the “in my pants” joke. Just as the Vlogbrothers said, “book titles are funnier when you add ‘in my pants’ to the end of it.” In my case, I have:
Libby – Always Rejoicing…IN MY PANTS
Steph – Can Teach…IN MY PANTS
Brian – Eastward…IN MY PANTS
Carly – Fearfully Awesome…IN MY PANTS
Erica – Flower Power…IN MY PANTS
Andy W – Hobo Love…IN MY PANTS
Cassie – Juxtaposed…IN MY PANTS
Jackie – On a Mission…IN MY PANTS
Christine – Slightly Crazy…IN MY PANTS
KJ – Stylishly Awkward…IN MY PANTS
Andy B – The Bender…IN MY PANTS
Katie – Time of Life…IN MY PANTS
Karen – Very Kinky…IN MY PANTS
Thehehehe. I love you guys…in my pants.
Sometimes I can’t decide which Margo I am. Happy Margo or Sad Margo. Yellow Margo or Blue Margo.
I’m a little bit of both, but as John Green puts it, “neither captures the true Margo.” As much as I seek adventure and solitude, I’m more than just yellow or blue. But for now, I’m feeling like Blue Margo.
“…from here, you can’t see the rust of the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it is. It’s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It’s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail.”
- Margo Roth Spiegelman, Paper Towns by John Green
In honor of Paper Towns being released today, John Green reads the prolouge of his new book:
Still waiting for my copy to arrive. If you haven’t bought it yet, buy it!