how in the HELL does a song by Air Supply get into my head, let alone on refrain repeat?
all is lost.
"it's big, it's heavy, it's wood..."
how in the HELL does a song by Air Supply get into my head, let alone on refrain repeat?
all is lost.
Tuesday’s theme song:
“Happiness in Slavery” by NIN
...now, if you’ll excuse me, i must go work for the man.
much-needed rule of the day:
anyone who bathes in patchouli oil and then steps into an elevator should be beaten without mercy.
not quite midweek but past the monday hurdle so you feel like you should be further along than you actually are and your cube is sweltering hot even though you can hear the hum of the air overhead and you can’t figure out why you can’t just get your shit together and get to work when all you want to do is crawl under your desk and hope that no one finds you and you have this half of a muffin waiting to be eaten and you want to eat it but it makes you feel sick and if it gets in your throat you think you might choke and cry so hard you throw up and then you have to explain, no you have to make something up so no one knows what is wrong with you even though they can probably tell just by looking at you.