come here, my brown flower
i started my new job at the beginning of this week. luckily i work alongside my best friend. it's clerical/data type stuff for lockheed martin. i had to get a badge and come in through a security gate. i have my own desk and a comfy chair. my boss, mary, took me to a special supply closet for "new hires" and gave me a box of office supplies. i have my own stapler and a lollipop that says "no accidents". corporate settings are bleak, and safe, and that's how it feels. the walls are bare, the cubicles are an indication of solitude, and the endless maze of hallways reminds me of "office space", i tell myself that this is only a summer job and i do not want to work in this type of environment for the rest of my life. only i could, easily. we fit in among the rest with our trouser pants and button down collar shirts, complete with security badge clipped to the waist. and eligible, successful and/or driven young men will hopefully approach us.
vacation was endless and wonderful. i needed that. i read "lolita" on the beach and have a little left to go. ridiculously romantic and convincing, yet at the same time disturbing and disgusting beyond belief. needless to say, i can't and will not put it down until i finish it. and yet also my vacation reminded me of how alone i am and makes me question someone else's ability to find me as enchanting as hum finds lo. what the hell, it's just a story.
at least i got crazy tan. and a new coach bag.
vacation was endless and wonderful. i needed that. i read "lolita" on the beach and have a little left to go. ridiculously romantic and convincing, yet at the same time disturbing and disgusting beyond belief. needless to say, i can't and will not put it down until i finish it. and yet also my vacation reminded me of how alone i am and makes me question someone else's ability to find me as enchanting as hum finds lo. what the hell, it's just a story.
at least i got crazy tan. and a new coach bag.