So here I am, in my own personal panic because I still have these things I want/need to blog about, like the rest of the shit we did on the way home from Lancaster and HELLO THE JONNY FUCKING CRAIG SHOW OMG, but what am I doing instead? Sharing a glimpse inside my dumb little office at work. Because it’s Friday and I’m all tuckered out after I was almost involved in a shooting that happened downtown a few hours ago. MORE ON THAT LATER.
Here we have a picture of my cat Don (RIP, buddy) and James Neal, my prom date. (Possibly more widely known as a Pittsburgh Penguin, though.)
The elephant thingie I bought at Mr. Ed’s and thought I lost!
A picture of Chooch with the band Chiodos held up by a scene kid magnet by awesome friend Brandy made me!
A picture of a bloody tooth I keep around to remind my co-workers not to fuck with me. (It doesn’t work on many people anymore though, just the n00bs.)
Yay, Amish memories!
Chooch drew that for me on the back of a receipt a few years ago. He probably thought I threw it away.
All the Glenns from Halloween!
St. Rita, Kellin Quinn, Austin Carlile and Marcy, all in a row.
‘Sup, homie. Also, instructions to access my voicemail because I never remember.
I get lots of papercuts. At least now I can decorate them.
Shitty Asian candy that no one is stupid enough to eat. (Except Jamie!)
The best mug in the world (thanks, Michelle!) and the omnipresent Jonny.
Freak flag, Jesus pen, Bayernhof literature.
The scene outside after a shooting, which happened at the exact time I take my break and sometimes I walk on that street! I MIGHT HAVE GONE THAT WAY TODAY if Angie hadn’t come into my office right before 4pm and started telling me a story. She saved my life (or buttock — that’s what was shot at)!
OK. I hope you enjoyed this unnecessary tour of my work digs. Now I’m about to go eat an apple, which I obtained by fruit panhandling around the department because Henry is a motherfucker who is suddenly against buying fruit. (Also scored two Cuties, a bag of light popcorn, some Pop Chips, string cheese and a packet of oatmeal. See that Henry? My co-workers got my back.)