Hey sugar faces. I've been like the least loyal and most shitty blogger, if I can even call myself that anymore, the past few months. It's just that this "work" thing keeps happening. Every day. Behind my dreary desk, I often find myself in a deep daydream, like a daydream within a daydream, playing out this horror scene in my mind where I go brilliantly mad at the office. It's an out of body moment where I stand up, punch my fist in the air for no apparent reason, and prepare the people for a rash announcement while I storm towards the door. As the officemates follow me toward the freedom, I give a speech (duh).
"Guys," I hold the power and speak accordingly. "I'm going to take the next few days, maybe more, off. To just chill." Gasps of disbelief. "Today, maybe I'll go to the city, drink coffee for a few hours, browse tumblr with some free wi-fi, go shopping, grab a vodka rocks with my cousin and fall asleep while watching Netflix and drinking half a bottle of wine at some bro's apartment. We'll see. I haven't thought it through. Now who's with me?!" My eyes flutter down the line of tired faces. The last face--Paul. He's weak.
"Pauly boy. You know you want to join," I say convincingly. "What do you say, sunshine?" His eyes avoid mine, cheeks redden. But the next thing I know, we're rolling toward the city, top down on Paul's dad's convertible. Straight out of Ferris Bueller, I swear. So while those chumps back at the office sit at their cubicles and "stay on task" for the "sake of being productive," me and Paul drink gin and tonics in the afternoon and go to the zoo.
In this scenario, I win. But this won't happen. There's no one named Paul at my office, plus I'd like to stay in good favor with my employer. So, instead, I'll spend my day writing for as long my attention allows while periodically, yet cautiously, switching back and forth between my *not so acceptable* tabs and my email tab as my tired and bored co-workers creep up behind me, clearly taking a gander at my extracurricular browsing with dismay and disapproval. Whatever, dude. My cube, my rules.
Anywho, absolutely none of this is relevant. But I do want to share a little something with you all. A little book I ordered from the INTERNET. It's called "Music Listography." Here is a photo of the book:
It's an awesome book. It will undoubtedly inspire many posts in the future. So that's exciting. Listen to this in the meantime.
