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!
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