skinnykeychain

The living organism that is the Oakley building (maybe it's better to call it an echo system) was crawling with movement. I think the building itself is somewhat like the Emerald city in the Wizard of Oz. More people are working there making sure that everything is looking nice and functioning properly at Oakley then there are in the magical kingdom of Disneyland itself. If its our on-site clothing stores, full service cafateria, our own police force... I swear that the same dude has been painting our building for over a year.

Today they were painting the doors that open up into the hall in which my department lies. Every time I had to get up and do what ever it was that I needed to do... I would get totally high off the industrial grade paint fumes. It made for an interesting day at work to say the least.

Now I'm home and I get to see the mess that is my home and my life right now. I'm hoping that this move will provide me with some stability. Ever since the realtor put the bug in my head to buy and place... all I want to do is buy a place.

I'm already getting bored of hooking up with a different girl every time I go out. yeah it's fun to just make out with some girl for whom I just met... but I want someone to cudle with. Yeah I must be gay... I want someone to hold.

Can someone shoot me?