interlude 25.01.05 2:35 p.m.
Ok, here's the problem with the cubicle: I do my work, but I am now removed from all of my peers, physically. Because I am removed from them, it means I get a slower reply time. Because of said slower reply time, I have more time to slack off and write journal entries, etc.
You will ilkely be seeing more of me here.
So, all I have to do to get lots of "oohs" and "aahs" from my co-workers is to pin my hair up and wear a silk scarf, apparently. Cool. Now I just have to make ever man on earth worship me (and Mysteria), as there will be a revival of some obscure Babylonian cunt-worshipping religion founded in our names sometime soon. You betcha. Unh-huh. It's gonna be like that scene from Mel Brooks' History of the World Part I, where the Roman Empress (played brilliantly by the late Madeline Kahn) is choosing escorts for the orgy she is to attend later. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, YES! No, no, YES! No, no, no, no, no, YEEEEEEEES!"
Aah, the things I think of to keep myself amused. I need to, you should see this dull-assed letter I'm editing...
listening: Marvin Gaye - Let's Get It On
reading: Antoine de St-Exupery - Le Petit Prince
ingesting: peppermint tea and a Granny Smith apple
(see entries before 20.11.05)
previously on Smothered Hope:
unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08