Wednesday, July 13, 2005
survival skills
sometimes at the beige I become so immersed in my imaginary world that I forget where i am. this is good, but when I get up to do something I am confronted with the painful truth of beige, the people milling about in their business casual, a meeting in the air traffic control room with typing on laptops, that sort of thing. the spell gets broken. If I began urinating under my desk this would help keep my dream alive for longer stretches of time.
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just let it go, fb, let it go.
I am here in beige now. Sympathies sent over your way. paranoid of losing job constant here with departmental restructuring and new desk under surveilance. must escape into a more vital brain land.
There are cures for mental illness, you know.
hey anonymous. What is your name? you might need some schooling in metaphore. I can help you find a good class.
ham, is there more spying now? i am sending protecting vibes to you. are you toiling to look busy? luckily i am invisible here mostly. as long as i complete my humble tasks.
am i mentally ill because I was engrossed in thought at my desk - trying to not dwell in the boredom of my job?
Jessica--you leave Ham alone!!
there is nothing so awful as a company t-shirt. it is a symbol of armageddon.
i have just consumed a vended snack called "munch." peanuttly delicious. I recommend.
i have been coveting the "munch" candy bar for weeks now. finally i am acquainted.
Where would the logo go, on the thong? Can i wear it on the outside of my pants?
I just rode on the elevator with a group of completely beige people having a beige conversation. I was screaming inside, but thinking of the company thong turned the screaming to laughing. Slightly hysterical laughing...
hp, the phrase "summer outing" is a horrific one when uttered in context with the beige. say it isn't so. will you be required to wear your new t-shirts? let's celebrate white charity.
i am doing no work today. i feel like shopping.
I am cutting up images in photoshop for the blog.
the i.c. kids can sell the thongs to the hos.
good krix. i anticipate. this could be a fun diversion. hmmmm.
I am hairy in my thong. It hurts my ass. I have no company, it just says "boo."
watch out for me mm. I have a sea chanty in my back pocket.
the tuber is hateful and frightening to all. even the children can sense it.
Please clamp her tuber with metal clamp. It is the only way. She will melt and turn puddly- bye bye tuber beast.
Let's restructure the angry bankers....with the deli slicer.
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