Excessive

Today went pretty well although I wasn't exactly feeling very 'chipper' today. I felt very sluggish and very 'meh'. I'm not really sure why...

There was a time when I used to write everynight, on paper and on here.. now it seems to only happen twice a week, sometimes only once, depending on the mood.

Jeff likes to decorate my cubicle at work

It's my day off. It's usually the only time I ever write an entry anymore.. the nights before the day off.. and sometimes the day I spent off. Not much has happened really, but I have a few things to touch on.

    where is my soul

I'm at work. I just took a personal (break) to go the bathroom quickly because during the first hour of our starting line meeting, I drank a Coke super fast and it wanted out super fast; anyway... the stale smell of urine is all thats present inside mens bathrooms. The fresh smell of decaying urinal pucks mixed with disgusting yellow liquid sitting there, the warm aroma floating in the air... it makes me sick.

i have white bangs now.. well, near white

I got paid late last night, or early this morning, whichever way you want to look at it... and the following is what resulted because of this payment.

Someone sent the following to every Stream employee today. He was leaving and thought he'd say goodbye. I thought it as well written and deserved to be read by more. So here you go... his farwell.

I get so frustrated sometimes... people try to make me so complicated. I'm really not. I'm horribly simple in a way that everyone seems to miss. There are things that make me happy, and things that make me sad; things that bug me and piss me off, and things I enjoy. ARGH!