I’m just an Architect, standing in front of an ideology, asking it to love me; Also, can I have a dollar?

I’m an Architect, like Howard Roark from the Fountainhead, only fatter, and underemployed.

I’m an Architect, of course I have plans, you asshole.

I’m an Architect. I make simple things seem complicated, by making them more complicated.

I’m an Architect. I charge $116.26 per 1.15 hours plus or minus angst

I’m an Architect. Would you like me to super-size that order?

I’m an Architect. Well, I used to be an Architect.

I’m an Architect. Remember that nerdy guy in the back who knew how to fix the coffee maker? That’s me.

I’m an Architect, until further notice.

I’m an Architect, against all indications to the contrary.

I’m an Architect. I align things. They need to be aligned.

I’m an Architect. I’ll be standing over here, until the economy picks up again.

I’m an Architect. I’m running through the jungle of an economic recession, and my blog is an AK47 of the TRUTH!

I’m an Architect. I’ve recently come to the realization that you didn’t know that. So, once again, I’m an Architect.

I’m an Architect. I believe in the juxtaposition of form-based functionality integrated into the collective conscience of the greater community. Also, I don’t understand that either.

I’m an Architect. Just like Mr. Brady, except with less wood paneling and fewer kids. The sexy staircase and the masonry oven in the kitchen can stay, and Marsha, of course.

I’m an Architect. Just like Howard Roark from the Fountainhead, if he were kicked in the balls by an economic recession and played the banjo.

I’m an Architect. You know, like Brad Pitt.

I’m an Architect. I don’t design houses. I let the houses design me.

I’m an Architect. I can tell you what the building “wants to be”, then, you can tell me what you “want to pay me”.

I’m an Architect. I used to work for a firm that did <insert thing that we no longer build here>. Now, I run my own firm that specializes in <insert thing that we no longer build here>.

I’m an Architect. Can I interest you in an open floor plan?

I’m an Architect. I tell people I love what I do. Oddly, they tend to believe it. After they leave, I make fun of what they were wearing.

I’m an Architect. I dream big, live small.

I’m an Architect. No, no, don’t look at the Dow, just look at me, I said, LOOK AT ME!

I’m an Architect. Ask me about my vision for improving our town. Please…? Ask me? Why are you walking away? Hello?

I’m an Architect. I started this thing, and by GAWD I’m going to finish it.

I’m an Architect. My design skills will knock you into the middle of next week, when the S&P will drop on your head and make you forget your name, and then I’ll remind you that my design skills will knock you…

I’m an Architect. I’ve been down that road before, and I’m here to tell you it doesn’t end well, but, let’s give it another try, shall we?

I’m an Architect. I know, I know, I’m not what I thought an Architect would be like either.

I’m an Architect. <insert yours here 😉