yeah so I don't sit alone over here, ok most days I do, but about 2 days of the week I have a compadre, a cubicle chum if you will. Secret photo capture, sorry dude, it's a slow morning for me. Look at the whiteness. Not him, or me, but the walls. I guess I should personalize or something, but the thing is, it really makes me cringe when I see offices all decorated up with family photos and pinned up clippings and what not; there's something so desperate about the small grab for identity that this represents to me. NO, I'm fine with being just another body in the office in just another bland washed out space.


Please save me.