As of April 2nd this blog with cease. I will find a way to archive it for myself, and I will save the domain name in case I need it later in life, but I fear, my loves, we have come to the end of the line.
the angry office manager.
the rantings and ravings of one former Office Manager.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Re: I Want To Be Over You... I Love You Silently...
As of April 2nd this blog with cease. I will find a way to archive it for myself, and I will save the domain name in case I need it later in life, but I fear, my loves, we have come to the end of the line.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Re: I Thought of You As Everything I've Had, but Couldn't Keep.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Re: We Leave Tonight or Live and Die This Way.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Re: It's Not That I Don't Try, It's That You Won't Again.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Re: Your Ghost Haunts Me But I Wouldn't Want It Any Other Way.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Re: By the Time I Get the Courage I Am Drunk and You Are Tired.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Re: It's Not Because I Always Give Up, It Might Be Always Give Out.
I had never kicked a wall before that night. I was surprised to see how easy it was to do so. The wall, which I assumed to be far thicker, immediately collapsed in on itself.
Collapsed in on itself.
As I stood there, with my bare foot inside a broken, uneven and scattered edged-hole that was part plaster and breathing out dust from behind the scene, I realized I was temporarily stuck. My foot was somewhat wedged in the amoeba shaped space, but unlike an amoeba there were far more cells involved – you and I are more than one cell.
You and I are more than one cell.
When I dislodged myself, which involved a tumble to the floor, I looked up at the wall where you scrawled lyrics. In order to regain balance that was the wall that demanded attention from my palm… there was no shoulder.
Beneath me there is always a floor; I see it with my eyes and I feel it with every step. It’s hard to the touch and made of wood. I am not made of wood; so with every step, if you dare to venture, you will sink. It’s not because I’m giving up, it’s because I’m not made of something more concrete, more substantial; in less complicated words: I am not stable.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Re: Though I Writhed I Could Not Upset You...
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Re: From the Deck of the Pru, You Can Only See So Far...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Re: On A Cold Christmas Eve You Promised Me Broadway Was Waiting For Me...
Despite the grey clouds and it looking like it may snow, it's quite warm here in the city today. I do not approve. Just as I don't approve of the tourists and my new neighbors rocking out to Maroon 5... a fact I had to Google since I can so clearly hear the lyrics through the wall.