god, i hope that's not me.

hope is important, isn't it?

Anxiety said:

could be your herpes, reeking so strong i can smell down here in texas

for a while there was someone in my yoga class who reeked. that was pretty nasty, especially with all that deep breathing going on.

trailertrash said:

JasmineFire said:

ewww. poor you

cborgman said:

does it smell like vitamins and peas?

cborgman said:

superspaceboy said:

eww. actually, at the moment it's been replaced by the sweet scent of freshly smoked cigarette.

sinisterpentatonic said:

well, i can't just go around febreezing random co-workers, i'll get fired.

cborgman said:

You could start with your cubicle, to make sure your not the source.

sinisterpentatonic said:

touche...

Time for a fresh pan?

superspaceboy said:

like my new sig?

cborgman said:

superspaceboy said:

just for you, luv... if i take it off, will you mail me a cd?

cborgman said:

Well if you take it off, I might consider it.

Oh wait you're talking about the sig. Oh no keep it. It fits you.

Seal their cubicle off with duct tape..Quarantine! Then write a huge sign saying "Beware toxic fumes," and stick it to the cubicle. If they still dont get the hint, then erm.....then I dont know

So wearing a gas mask to work would be too subtle?

I've always wanted to work in an office with cubicles.
like a whole floor with just cubicles and narrow isles
inbetween them.

where you can just disappear into the shimmering half
light of your own privately contained reality, neatly
boxed in between the 4 walls of your cubicle.

knowing that out there, at the stretch of your legs
lies a whole warfield full of same sized cubicles
where everyone, is bussy with their own selfsame and
dull routines.

People doing their chores, people talking to their
friends or lovers on the phone. People sleeping, a
man drinking wodka from a lemonade bottle, a woman
masturbating feverishly to the sights and joys of a
"Flowerpots Through The Ages" calendar. A young man
hacking plans for devious murder involving large
crates and eighty bottles of chloric acid.

And amids all this: you. In your own cubicle, your
own 10 square feet where the elements bow to your
will and the forces of nature adhere to your every
command. A world of infinite powers and information
at your fingertips.

And all of that before the day even starts! Geez, I
need a cup of coffee.

I don't think I could handle the excitement of this
kind of work.

Good thing I'm still in solitary, folding flyers for
Lyllie Pharmacy's new anti-psychotic drug.

I forgot what my point was. Not sure if I had one to
begin with.

Oh yes, if something stinks, try deodorant!

tie this around their neck!

It's my new aftershave!

althom said:

as if you groom.

Anxiety said:

Only for you!

IstenSzek said:

How frikin poetic!