2005-12-09 || 7:26 p.m. || for forty-four dollars a day, i can: || getting to go on errands, executive-assistant edition, is a gift. walking downtown with unprepared un-stockinged legs and brittle ice fingers, passing the library and everyone who lounges on the cold cold cement while i am usually raising my blood pressure indoors with my blasted can-do attitude. i went to the art store today to pick-up mat board for some comps. i told the girl at the paper cutter devilish secrets about my workplace. a holden caulfield-hobbit hybrid jaunted in and looked at watercolor paper and lord help me if i didn't stalk him on the company dime. i walked out and turned corners in search for a coffee place and made sure to stop at all blinking red pedestrian signs to prolong my journey. i guess it's not so bad. note: i have gotten comfortable enough at work to perform pirhouettes in the hallway. you wouldn't believe the triple i executed by the media library. love, guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |