i am beginning to compulsively clean my hands.

by the time i get to seattle, i will be a mess. vika has assured me, however, that seattle is all about being laid back, so, you know, i'm sure i'll unwind a bit, and just, you know, go with the flow man.

tonight when Hot Exec left i engaged in witty conversation with him, and he was so into it. i am pretty sure it's my sparkling clean hands and my cute as shit pigtail-bjork-style-buns that i've been rocking.

he wore a peacoat to work, and his glasses.

hot. no. hott.

the systems have been down for over an hour, so that means pure unrelenting boredom.

my team lead somehow managed to get peanut butter on her boob and she is SO into this. and i mean on the bare part!

she's all dressed up for some shindig she's going to after work, so it's all low cut and stuff, making the cleavage of her amazing rack much like the celery canal she was loading the peanut butter into on her break, which is, ostensibly, how she got peanut buttery goodness all over her breastesess.

janitor bickle is wearing glasses and is unshaven.

i have like five mixes i need to make this weekend, and also, to go to the cigarette shop.

otherwise, i have fuck all.

it's ok, though, because i am getting out, yo.