office voodoo

By virtue of where I sit in my office people tell me or ask me all sorts of strange things. Just now, a co-worker – I don't know her – came out of the elevator with a very sinister, bug-eyed expression, "there's a box in the elevator." What the hell am I supposed to do? She just stood at my desk until I went on the elevator, opened it and found office supplies. As she departed, "creepy."

I know the implication, but I did not find the situation very creepy at all. The box looks just like all the boxes that supplies are
delivered in.

Things I Saw in NYC

Nannies
Jason Lee
a metro card (last time I was here it was tokens all the way)
my aunt and uncle's radical apartment
That dude named Turtle on Entourage
Backflips

And this is just day one.

Things I Forgot to Bring to NYC

Sunglasses
Bathing Suit
Frisbee
a good pen
high heels

Not keeping Up

My life is regularly updated in my bedside paper journal, but for shame, this blog business does not hold this girl's interest.

In case you're reading and wondering how I am, please know that I am very well indeed. Also, please weigh in on whether you think hoola hooping while rollerskating (in a bathing suit no less) is a good idea.

Bye.

A Declarative Statement

My heel hurts!