"i am sorry i called you from my pocket"

actually worse things have happened. hysterical crying the office bathroom. hysterical crying in central park. pocket phone calls are not the worst. also i find them beyond amusing. like omg im totally gonna find something out, but usually you just find out the sound of that person's pockets. a friend accidentally called her father while talking to a boy in high school and got slapped in the face and called a whore when she got home. we laughed about it because it was so silly. parents can be silly. sometimes they just don't know any better. my friend went to law school and not to a whore house so her father was wrong and she can rub it in his face everyday which def hurts more than a silly slap in the face.

i will be going across the globe soon. if i survive that, i might learn not to hate children so much. well we shall see.

still wasting time at work in wondrous ways and getting people to do the same. we try to break the record of how many times we can go out for coffee. fake smoke breaks and the just plain head on the desk why-isn't-this-day-over. despite all that we put out a magazine each week with a million changes each day and a million rewrites and a million oh my god why didn't anyone fix this 3 weeks ago situations. so we might actually have a good balance of intense work and extreme time waste.

me and Kristen haven't stopped. we saw the black keys and got into the only mash pit formed by 3 jersey boys. that was painful. we also found the best things that ever happened to us in park slope which lead to the harlem game "guess what's in the bag". the prize: ONE million dollars. no we don't have a million dollars to give away but if anyone was to actually guess what it was, we would earn the million dollars for them.

"i am sorry i called you from my pocket"

actually worse things have happened. hysterical crying the office bathroom. hysterical crying in central park. pocket phone calls are not the worst. also i find them beyond amusing. like omg im totally gonna find something out, but usually you just find out the sound of that person's pockets. a friend accidentally called her father while talking to a boy in high school and got slapped in the face and called a whore when she got home. we laughed about it because it was so silly. parents can be silly. sometimes they just don't know any better. my friend went to law school and not to a whore house so her father was wrong and she can rub it in his face everyday which def hurts more than a silly slap in the face.

i will be going across the globe soon. if i survive that, i might learn not to hate children so much. well we shall see.

still wasting time at work in wondrous ways and getting people to do the same. we try to break the record of how many times we can go out for coffee. fake smoke breaks and the just plain head on the desk why-isn't-this-day-over. despite all that we put out a magazine each week with a million changes each day and a million rewrites and a million oh my god why didn't anyone fix this 3 weeks ago situations. so we might actually have a good balance of intense work and extreme time waste.

me and Kristen haven't stopped. we saw the black keys and got into the only mash pit formed by 3 jersey boys. that was painful. we also found the best things that ever happened to us in park slope which lead to the harlem game "guess what's in the bag". the prize: ONE million dollars. no we don't have a million dollars to give away but if anyone was to actually guess what it was, we would earn the million dollars for them.