October 2008
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computer screens don't make for good friends
Wondering if the very essence of love is not that it is permanent, but that it is fragile. It is forever in each second that you let it go and feel it flowing back to you at once.
Bullet points
Secrets among bff - I popped a pimple on my ass today. Man I am a laday.
um - got diagnosed with a pimple in the betweener during a herpes panic. NTA!
Nta?
never tell anyone
ESCAPE TO THE BATHROOM PART !
Dear friends,
I write to you from the bathroom of a French investment bank in Manhattan. I fear being discovered by the intrusive coworker beasts and this is the only means of concealment I have found as yet. Also, this bathroom features auto-flushers that go off at the slightest movement. I must be quiet and still.
I fear I will not survive this place. That the zombie-faced analysts shall...
ESCAPE TO THE BATHROOM PART @
Dear friends,
I am recently returned from a venture across the New York jungle: it was necessary that I make the trek to find provisions. The sunshine was blinding after the seclusion. I have regained some of my strength thanks to a supply of nuts, berries, leaves, and some light sesame ginger dressing. I am now safely returned to my restroom stall hideout. I suspect that the toilet
paper and...
ESCAPE TO THE BATHROOM PART #
Dear friends,
Though my planned escape is rapidly approaching, it feels miles away. Today I discovered a letter written by someone who appears to have inhabited this wretched place before me. It reads:
“I am grateful for all the money I do receive. I am grateful for being able to pay my bills and rent and for food. I am grateful for being able to spend time with friends. I am grateful for...