Hello Yeeka

This post is a running commentary of my day for my brother, Yeeka. My one faithful follower of the blog. Love you bro.

Before I start, yesterday this old Aussie white guy in his fifties had that T-Pain song “Buy U A Drank” as his ringtone. I kid you not. I stood up in my cubicle as soon as I heard it. “wtf? who the hell is that?”

I am still confused.

My two colleagues who went to Hong Kong last week just handed out some sweets. Nice of them, but they were shit.

I have found that I like to pretend I am a successful, hip, big city, corporate kind of guy by looking at the GQ website and looking at gadget blogs.

There’s about a million people in the office today. Feels festive.

Fuck everybody.

I really like that line from Tupac “No one knows my struggle”.

There’s this lady from Chile in my office. Real pain in the ass. She kind of acts like a cross between a cantonese child actress and a theatrical version of “My Fair Lady”. It’s hard to explain but she may as well skip when she walks.

I’m reading the script for 40yr old Virgin. It’s like watching the movie again at work.

Just got back from lunch. One of my colleagues told me the story about her nagging mother again. Funny enough, it was not anymore interesting the second time around.

I wonder what would happen if I just started looking at porn at my desk right now. What if I just started whacking off, not caring?

How would everybody react? “Oh my God! What are you doing?” And then everyone peeps over their cubicles to look and I just ignore them and keep going. What would they say? What could they say? Would they try to stop me? Would they start hitting me?

Wow that would be so wierd.

I need to finish this post, I’m losing my mind.

Yeeka, enjoy.