2003-09-19

Thank god it’s Friday! Thank god we have laws, or I’d have killed someone by now for saying that! I hate pathetic, way-AM office-elevator conversation, especially on Fridays: someone always comes out with “Thank god it’s Friday!” like it’s some sort of original sentiment, and then someone else always agrees with them, and the both of them chortle conspiratorially like they’re being so cunningly subversive and clever, and I want to kill myself. Just drink your coffee, people, and stand motionless and silent in the elevator as though it is your own personal upright coffin, which in a symbolic sense it sort of is. If you must thank “god” for something (notice my plucky refusal to capitalize there), thank him that there’s not really any such thing as the Fashion Police because if there were you’d be looking at 25 to life for those shoulderpads alone WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING ARE YOU BLIND FUCK.

I think I need a cup of coffee.