I hate it.
To me, it seems like it is from the artistic vision of a trashy K Mart shopper looking for some pink curlers on a Saturday night at 8pm and dreaming of one day becoming an architect as she pulls into the KMart parking lot in her 79 Dodge, dressed to the hilt in her bathrobe. She dreams:
It should be a basic squatty box.
No, no good. Too basic, too bland.
Take a slice out of it. Ooo, that's better - but not quite there yet.
Add a little back.
There done.
"Maam, you're short 67 cents for the curlers and gum."
"Oh, sorry. I was daydreaming."
