i need to hit ctrl-alt-delete on this day.
so nothing scary happened yesterday…until after dark. then my tape player kept flipping sides randomly while i was driving home, and i was playing “livin’ up the 90s” hits mix and so it kept switching between “i touch myself”–divinyls and “hold on for one more day”–wilson phillips and the sounds of the tape kept stretching out in the manner of sounding like it was possessed. unsettling. and furthermore, as good a sign as any. of what? not sure. suggestions welcome.
ladies, ladies, don’t get all apocalpyse on me.
my cube mate just violated my space in a major way. she just stretched all the way back over her chair leaning back back baaaaack until she could just check out all my computer screen action in a completely innocuous way. ironically, i was checking up on the myspace community. and when i saw what she was pulling, i felt so incredibly dirty, i couldn’t even look at her.
this is my space, dude. that is your space.