i'll bring home the turkey and you'll bring home the bacon

if i ever start feeling at home here...psychic suicide will follow. i do feel that this cubicle could do with some more flare. say like a troll doll or a picture of a cat/dog/child/smile. or maybe a postcard...a trip to mexico with the girls! a feather from the hat of that cowboy you met at the stampede. a seashell, a flag, a snowglobe. a miniature eiffel tower. actually, now that i think about it, the presence of those items might make me so wholly depressed that i droop mournfully into an eternal coma. or maybe it would just make me sad. how people collect these meaningless, unoriginal, mass produced items that they imbue with some nostalgic significance. in truth, these items are as generic and predictable as the generic and predictable office furniture that surrounds them. so in a sense they are contributing to the staleness of their surroundings with their feeble attempts at reminding themselves of the pathetic, packaged vacations and 'great', void times that await them at their next annual leave. but then i like to think of myself as an eternal optimist...go team!

Take these mittens and run away with them! Save them from a life of tedium and endless masochistic depravity! Hide them in your desk drawer and sneak them sips of coffee when no one is looking...Take them up the mountain and let them fly down...Clutch them to your sorrowful chest like a wailing child...Do you see what I mean?

Can I live here? Please?

The thought of the day...Wouldn't it be nice to have retractable claws? To climb trees, open cans, puncture skin, effortlessly cling to items of your choice...
But - would they be annoying to maintain? Would you have to sharpen or trim them? Or would they always be perfectly ready, just waiting, perched, invisible inside your fingers?

the first of the worst

I guess I am in for it now...Another project to leave hanging? A test of my potential? A harmless frittering away of my precious time? Will I win?