The duct tape of shame.

Shameful duct tape. Is there anything more?

Alex is being stupid and not writing anything, but she has been sick and stressed. I'll probably be able to convince her to do that soon...
Anyway. In the mean time.

So our room is this safe haven from the world. It's literally got pounds of cookies, chocolate, ramen, and chef boyardee hidden in the festering depths of the tiny area. We also have a mini fridge where we keep our milk in case of midnight cereal emergencies. We have this nifty theme of "fuck you and everything you have ever loved" strewn upon these hallowed walls, rich with satire, art, and a healthy dollop of inside jokes that only we know the meaning of.
And then we got duct tape, and everything went to shit.
Jules,(because I like to talk about myself in the third person) had this great idea one day that we could make this clothes line-sort of thing, attached on either side of the room far up on the walls, and then we could hang our beautiful art on it, such as a "happy meal with legs"(BtVS quote) so it would be all cool and innovative.
Like so many great inventors of the world, the first trials of the genius plan failed miserably, and landed me standing on my desk wondering where I was going in life.
Finally, we got this thing to hold up. It looked super cool, and we hung some art in it, so it was like this art canopy duct tape hanging thing of awesomeness. I also hung all of my My Little Pony training cards, many of which I swindled away from my 5 year old brother, across our cool new thing. And then we woke up and it looked like this.

This is, for some reason, slowly driving us insane. For all of you literature-y folks out there who have read the Yellow Wallpaper, it's kind if that situation where a really uncomfortable relationship developes that shouldn't. We're not rubbing smooch all over the over the walls like she does in the previously mentioned story, but we do wake up to it every day and a small part of our souls withers and dies. 

I don't know why we can't just take it down. It would make everything so much easier. We wouldn't have to duck every time we enter the room, and we wouldn't want to malisciously torture small woodland creatures every time we look at it. 

But there it still is, mocking us in its way. We, Jules, Alex and Duct Tape, sat down and had a meeting about where to go from here. The conversation slowly transgressed, and there it still is.

We hate it for its arrogance. But in some strange way, we also love it for the same reason; it just sits there not caring about what other people think. It kind of reminds me of a tree that was trying to grow, and then got struck down by lightning, but there are still those pitiful little bits of green at the top, far above the forest floor, reaching to the sky in hopes of a better day.