The building I work in. (Oh, yeah. I ended that sentence with a preposition.) Trust me, it's as ugly, or uglier, on the inside as it is on the outside.
The house that's for sale near my apartment. I've written about it before and even drew it.
I pass this house on my way from work. I really dig the tower thing. If only it had some crazy flag on top.
This one used to be a house, now it's apartments, or something. I mean I've seen at least fifteen different people go in and out of this place in the three years I've walked by it, twice a day.
This house is right next to...
...this house.