Sheer. Fucking. Boredom.
"Type type type" go the keys, "furrow furrow furrow" goes the brow, and thus I get away with doing something completely worthless at work THUS NOT FALLING ASLEEP FOR 3 MINUTES IN MY CHAIR.
Everything here is so fucking soothing. The lights, the soft "crrrrrrrrrrr" of the AC vents, the faint whirring of xerox machines down the hall, all coupled with the knowledge that outside it is cool and overcast and just on the verge of raining... all of this makes Nat a sleepy boy.
Over the past week I've become aware of certain vaguely secretive activities going on around me, things that they keep hidden away in filing cabinets that have fat steel combination locks incorporated into the handle. These are the dealings of players so far above my head I can't even figure out what the hell they're doing even when it's written on the page in front of me... I'd type some of it out but then I'd get ARRESTED HELLO SECURITY CLEARANCE PROVIDERS!!! HI!!!
Time passes, and now I have ONE HOUR TO GO. Bike to home. Metro to train station. Train to Richmond. Car to beach. Feet to porch. Hand to lighter. Lighter to bottlerocket. Bottlerocket to [glory]. THIS, friends, is the trajectory of my life energy on this dreary day.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living in The Office, but instead of funny coworkers I have a lot of uptight Eurobankers and instead of finding ourselves in zany situations we just find ourselves sitting alone, using Access and Excel all the time.
I've been wasting altogether too much time on Flickr recently... there doesn't seem to be a single place in the entire world you can't find an amateur photo of [including Nuuk and Pitcairn(!)]. Unfortunately there's also no shortage of douchebags who suffer from Chronic Self-Portraiture Syndrome... Brush your bangs into your eyes, look up into the air, and cut your eyes to the side a little. THERE. Sexy. No. We don't need another one. Really. Stop. Self-absorption is one thing, sure, but these people don't seem to have any sense of shame whatsoever...
GET OVER YOURSELF, YOU VAIN [apparently CHILEAN from the rest of your pictures] BITCH.
^ this guy's getting the fuck up outta here, and so am i.
Everything here is so fucking soothing. The lights, the soft "crrrrrrrrrrr" of the AC vents, the faint whirring of xerox machines down the hall, all coupled with the knowledge that outside it is cool and overcast and just on the verge of raining... all of this makes Nat a sleepy boy.
Over the past week I've become aware of certain vaguely secretive activities going on around me, things that they keep hidden away in filing cabinets that have fat steel combination locks incorporated into the handle. These are the dealings of players so far above my head I can't even figure out what the hell they're doing even when it's written on the page in front of me... I'd type some of it out but then I'd get ARRESTED HELLO SECURITY CLEARANCE PROVIDERS!!! HI!!!
Time passes, and now I have ONE HOUR TO GO. Bike to home. Metro to train station. Train to Richmond. Car to beach. Feet to porch. Hand to lighter. Lighter to bottlerocket. Bottlerocket to [glory]. THIS, friends, is the trajectory of my life energy on this dreary day.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living in The Office, but instead of funny coworkers I have a lot of uptight Eurobankers and instead of finding ourselves in zany situations we just find ourselves sitting alone, using Access and Excel all the time.
I've been wasting altogether too much time on Flickr recently... there doesn't seem to be a single place in the entire world you can't find an amateur photo of [including Nuuk and Pitcairn(!)]. Unfortunately there's also no shortage of douchebags who suffer from Chronic Self-Portraiture Syndrome... Brush your bangs into your eyes, look up into the air, and cut your eyes to the side a little. THERE. Sexy. No. We don't need another one. Really. Stop. Self-absorption is one thing, sure, but these people don't seem to have any sense of shame whatsoever...
GET OVER YOURSELF, YOU VAIN [apparently CHILEAN from the rest of your pictures] BITCH.
^ this guy's getting the fuck up outta here, and so am i.
posted by Nat at 4:26 PM
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