2005-11-18 - 4:41 p.m.
I just smelled my own armpits within the confines of my cubicle, but I'm a little worried as to what types of security they keep in this place. I'm also a little worried as to how much my short attention span truly hampers my consciousness of those watching me do stupid fucking shit like smelling my own armpits.
My mother once said that her extensive* musical knowledge runs from her discovery of music right up until 1980, the birth of her first child. She knows relatively little of popular music within the confines of the past 25 years. I fear that the same thing has happened to me--only, in my case, replace "extensive musical knowledge" with "knowledge of the world around me, personal, socioeconomic, and political" and "right up until 1980" with "up until I threw away the set of balls I kept hanging by the door in an attempt to someday use them as a crutch to help me tell the nameless owner of a dance studio to leave me alone."
I decided to have an extra drink tonight in celebration of the fact that, although I cannot use any of my vacation and/or sick time until I've been at my job for three months, I did, in fact, start accruing it on my first day.
Oooohhhhhhh, I'm suuuuuuuccccchhhhhh a fucking loser.
