what? the mind-numbing nature of my day job forces me to play weboggle every so often so i don't fucking lose it. i am also going through a hip-hop phase in case last.fm hasn't been telling you. which means busta rhymes has been making me horny at work and there is no satisfaction. our bathrooms are cold as ice. this is the tackiest picture ever but my co-worker and i keep seeing this guy so i finally asked for a photo. a lot of people glared at me as they walked buy in their dismally unattractive work clothes on their way to add some more flab to their tummies at one of our fine dining establishments on elgin: harvey's, wendy's, mcdonald's, some dirty greasy shawarma place, etc.
speaking of people glaring as i take photos the same happened in the public bathroom at the nag. i was taking a photo of the tampon dispenser which means i was kneeling on the ground and focusing and shit and this fifteen year old girl walks in and gives me that creeped-out-disgusted look only teenage girls know how to give and i just kinda smiled at her which i don't think helped the situation. i shoulda said something like dude, if you're not as cool as me kneeling on a public bathroom floor snapping shots then i am sorry but you are not allowed to judge. go back to being confused about life take your piss and get out of here.
speaking of youngins my second coz from sweden is here. i don't think she likes me. i think she actually enjoys the company of my parents. which is frightening on so many levels. on the bus we never talk, just listen to our own mp3 players respectively... hers playing some europop crap, mine cranking out the raconteurs or the latest calexico or cadence weapon or something. she doesn't like any of that stuff. the only thing we seem to agree on is kanye west.
what a deplorable summer.
