my coworker trots over to the paper shredder, slips a document into it, and makes a sound that is somewhere inbetween a gasp and a grunt. me: “are you okay?” her (impishly): “oh i’m fine. i just love shredding.”
gifparty: ben: “i think you’re confusing gay with sexy.”
oh. and i love you regina. but i wish you’d redo your new album, Far, and kind of wash out all the superfluous, overproduced background fluff. k thanks.
working in a building shared with a brewery has its ups and downs. the upside is that an afterwork beer is a stonethrow away. the downside is that on certain days my office is filled with what smells like rotten muffins. on days when the coffee roasters that is also within proximity is doing their thing it combines for a strange rottenmuffin/burntcoffee/tunafish smell. i’m not sure where...