{Saved from MySpace}
I have a peanut butter laced spoon hanging from my mouth and it reminds me of days gone by. If I close my eyes and concentrate only on the joy that is peanut butter the year that I've left behind me is almost tangible. When I open them again I'm still here in this room. I hate this room. I vow to never enter this room again once I've left it for good.
Waking up here makes going to work so much worse. Ah, work. I think I shall have to write something about my coworkers one day. Fallon being what it is and MySpace being what it is, I shy from the idea but the cast of characters that fills my day to day are just begging really to be splashed and splattered here for what they really are. Either way- I. HATE. My. Boss.
Meh. Soon enough my friends, I will get to unpack my life. Our life. Most likely a shadow person is peeking over my shoulder reading this so I'm not going to talk about our new life. I know you're there! Damn you! ^_^
OK I'm done.
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