| January 29, 2009 | Filled under Shorts |
Office work is so depressing. I don’t want to be a cube dweller my whole life (and it’s only my second day). The bathroom is the most depressing place of all. It’s too small, and thus too personal, and it smells like raw sewage because the building is old. I don’t want to know my coworkers that intimately.
I should have never left the museum. I *loved* that job.
And they’ve talked on the phone a handful of times. Oguchi called after Sept. 11 to make sure Otto and her family were safe, and Otto reciprocated after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a little more than a year ago.Pen pals since 1949 meet up for the first time. So touching.
There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.Marriage advice from Ronald Reagan, via Letters of Note
Learn How To Be a Starfucking Superfox!
Sigh. Anybody remember Groupie Central?
32 years ago at 7:22 a.m. Central Time I was born at Presbyterian Hospital in Oklahoma City. Birthdays on a Wednesday suck. I mean, how to celebrate?