It's been so long since I've been in here that I almost typed "www.goober.com" as my address. ...what? It's got some Gs and Bs and Os and things.... Damn.

So tomorrow is our company picnic at Barcroft park. I'm quasi-excited. I've realised I really, really like a whole bunch of my coworkers. How odd is that? Kendrea is really nice, as is Alyson. David and Michael crack me up. My supervisors are really cool. I really like Brett, Peter and Shoheli. Damn. I'd be really happy if I weren't perpetually broke. So I guess that's why I don't write anymore.

Before me Raphael

Behind me Gabriel

On my right hand Michael

On my left hand Auriel
In the name of these mighty spirits I conjure you...

I wish I knew more people who listened to the music I do so that I could get more feedback. I've love to sit around in a room, listen obsessively to a song and have ten people with me trying to figure out what in the heck the singer was saying. Well, more "singer," really, sometimes. That's the danger of EBM. It's lots of fun to listen to, but singing isn't exactly a priority.

Today I was told by a random customer that I had "a very strong English accent." Uh. Huh? Very strong, eh? Well, I could do with that, I suppose. My question is, where the hell did I get this? I have indeed actively avoided picking up a Long Island accent. But British tendencies? Too much Depeche Mode as a child? What?

I miss having people around the apartment. But then it's a mess in here, too, so nevermind, really. Meanwhile, I think Meliheh is coming back tomorrow for a little bit.... I hope she doesn't see this place like this.... damn.
posted by Unknown at 10:04 PM