For *those that have just lost their keys *those that are well-versed *inebriated ones *wanderers *mermaids *those that belong elsewhere *whippersnappers *marvelous ones *those that are not included in this classification *those that flutter because the moment is fleeting *boundless ones *those colored with slippery fingerpaint *others *those that resemble someone I know from a distance

Friday, September 07, 2007

At least I have a window to stare out of.

What's sadder than crying quietly in your cubicle at 8:10 in the morning?

Oh wait, nothing is sadder.

(Okay, well, genocide is sadder. Thank god for genocide, putting people's problems into perspective since 10,000 BC)

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posted by Holly Grahym at 8:41 AM

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What's sadder? Realizing that you've committed yourself to a lifetime of mondays (and the rest of the week)in a cubicle. I want to build a yurt and escape.

11:41 AM

 
Blogger Holly Grahym said...

Yurt yurt yurt. Escape escape escape.

1:44 PM

 

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