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wouldn't it be nice if the american government allotted one year of paid vacation to its hard working citizens? of course we couldn't all take this life nap at the same time, so we'd periodically ask each other: "when are you taking your year?" it might be like a break at work- some would opt to take them together- like a year of chitchatting at ( Read more... ) -
damn hippie
friendship is a commodity. in this economic downturn we could spend some time getting to know each other. -
venting
**disclaimer: i'm not pretentionous, i swear. i'm just tired. this is really intended to be more comical than anything.
top 8 things that drive me crazy at work
1. customers that call gigabytes "jiggabytes" and the ipod touch the "itouch" (ect.) repeatedly, even after i insert the correct names back into the conversation. jay-z is not responsible ( Read more... ) -
loosing faith in humanity (the PC version)
On the eve of Hanukkah while ringing up some horribly rushed customer for his thoughtless present I bagged the item and with an out stretched hand wished him happy holidays. He leaned in, his sour breath choked my personal space, and he snidely remarked "you know you CAN say merry christmas." I imagined myself saying "I'm sorry sir, but you really ( Read more... ) -
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maybe the problem is that i do feel like i don't know certain people and if i do then it's not well. but then, unexpectedly i discover that maybe i did know this person all along. it was the part where i tried to convince myself that he or she was someone entirely different that confuses me. -
i've written about you before...
you put people down because:
a.) this is how you show your love, or
b.) you don't know how to love therefore you suppress it by putting people down
both are the same really. both suck equally.
well, i'm glad i moved. -
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i am so lucky to know so many great writers.
they are my peers and they are the future. -
Emma on the Radio should be a band.
emma.mp3
hover to listen. -
kyle
i imagined you on an east side roof top. voices and sounds being swept around you like wind-whipped ghosts. i imagined you crouched on that high place above everything else. you always were. it was the same way i remembered you in that tree in the woods: so high up watching us all fuck up beneath you. now you're just high ( Read more... )
