|this was never my world, you took my angel away...
||[Aug. 8th, 2002|10:15 am]
i've got to wonder what my co-workers think of me. i know most of them like me, but i've got to be creepy to them. my office is darkened by a black cloth over the standard office lighting, christmas lights are strewn about the ceiling, i've toys all over one shelf, crazy worthless books on another, and a chicken resting atop my top shelf. one day they may come in and i'm listening to NPR, the next i've got raver techno dance music playing, the next O Brother Where Art Thou, the next Marilyn Manson. my boss and i ramble on about politics and war and computers and random crap that goes over most everyone else's head. i've become the weird guy at the office without really intending to. coolness. :)|