Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I'm writing this from a cubicle. An acquaintance told me over a drink she encountered an entitled man pissing on her doorstep this morning, I said that was my afternoon meeting! I'm writing this from a cubicle. I have a friend who logs in every day and never looks at the front page. I wish the green tea were rose. I'm too lazy to correct that. The professor professes too much, a decade, two decades, twenty-four months to the day later. I'm supposed to go to a reception. I "stole" these headphones. I stole this cubicle. I spent so much time being careful.

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