i realize that i pay money for this damn blog so i might as well type something into it. what the heck was i thinking?
welp, i was at umass the other day and i wrote a page long mindeater that just isn't going to see the light of a blog day. i can sum it up pretty easily. it involved seeing myself as a pile of ashes. it was pretty lame and had no real significance. i just thought it'd be fun to be a pile of ashes because ashes are free unlike their former self being packaged up and lit on fire. Not to say that there is anything wrong with being packaged up and lit on fire (please take no hidden meanings from this post).
i'm at work today, wearing shoes with hearts on them (i customized one side and went creative - drawing broken hearts in place of the lovey dovey hearts - yes sometimes i am a creative spunk of thyme). on my desk lays my new messenger bag care of andy warhol (see here if you are not able to stand in the presence of such a piece of art). i am definitely too old for the damn bag but it was a turning 28 life crisis purchase. plus i'm wearing jeans at work. i'm what they call the epitome of bad milk as jeans, sneakers and skulls are not allowed at work. i've run into my boss, the head boss and my mentor today, though none of them have given me the look as though they have drank some sour milk...
onto other things...
life has handed me a coach bag and here i stand not knowing what to do with it. i feel as though i should keep tender care of it yet i feel the need to trade it in for another messenger bag that may be useful but won't hold the same monetary value that a coach bag will have. right now i'm opting to keep the coach bag rarely using it. one day i know i will use the coach bag to its full advantages, i think the smell of the leather and the stiffness of it is preventing me from fully enjoying it. plus i'm just not a coach bag person.
hidden messages much?
go listen to bright eyes - bowl of oranges
Comments