My desk is an explosion of gregarious colorful sticky notes in the shape of stars, speech bubbles, and 80's inspired squares. Unfortunately, because this is an office, some unknown klepto has felt the empty hole in their life too much to handle. Thus, my annoyance at stepping into my cubicle and noting the stickies gone, gone away....skyrocketed. A glare swept my other colleagues, the simple, vengeful warning clear: Next time, someone dies. In the face.
MMS is finally a reality with my iPhone. I spent several hours on Saturday sending adorable pictures of my cats to anyone who had the capability, sealing my fate as a desperate cat lady forever.
Went to Manito Park with my own man this week, in a blatant attempt to get some exercise. It did me no good: we got hamburgers on the way. *facepalm* but I did get some awesome pictures. ^.^
Yep. I was on a roll. Granted, I doubt I'd ever be a photographer because 1) there are 3 in my building alone, 2) it's expensive, 3) it's not an exact science. However, I feel good about my iPhone pictures because there's no pressure with a camera phone. Someone might look at the resolution and say, "this picture could be made better by..." and I just have to say "dude, chill, camera phone." raise a meaningful eyebrow, and suddenly the moist wall of the sea of critics melts away, and I'm free to splash around in my ignorance. Hot damn if that wasn't the most poetic thing I've written all day.
Can't end without showing off my babies. Who were only staring at the camera because of a shaking can of kitty treats behind the lense. No, that's not adoration, that's greed. But it worked.
All Caps Dude, your keyboard will be broken swiftly if you don't turn off the Caps Lock Key.
