crapmachine

there's something really depressing about being here in my workplace, after hours, trying to print pictures for my photo class. i mean, the place is dark, the pirate radio is loud, the pictures look crap, and all i have to amuse myself is this internet thingie that i have so little experience with these days. craving human contact, i have myspace, which does not suffice. i mean, i can send you all raving messages until my fingers bleed, but will that get me a hug?

no.

oh, well. only four more hours to go...