Why bricks are the shit.

So there's this kid in my second period class today. He kept interrupting as if I wasn't talking at all. Bricks don't do that. Interrupt, I mean.

Sometimes I wish you were a brick.

Bricks are straightforward, unassuming. Bricks know what they want. "Maybe" is not in their vocabularies. They can only say "no" and "yes," but they can't elaborate much.

Bricks sit there, almost nodding at you, moved to listen. Maybe they got some daddy issues too.

They SEE.

Bricks make great pets. Sure they suck at fetch, but you don't have to clean up after them much.

Bricks can't lie. What you see is what you get.

Bricks can break windows, but bricks can't break hearts. Sidenote: I don't mean to turn bricks into a metaphor about love, but on the wall of fame, most of the good brick posts mentioned love somewhere in there..

But... (Yeah you knew this was coming)
Bricks don't kiss back.

And bricks make really shitty boats.