2001-04-19 :: 10:45 a.m.
This place is absolutely lousy with them. And they are all wearing the same suit.
My dream job would be working in a place where my bosses are smiling black lesbians.
For lunch they'll take me out, and sometimes we'll go have our palms read. They will never make me participate in "office antics" like Secret Santa, or pooling money to buy the big boss a gift.
If I am having a bad day, I will receive hugs from them. They will hold me close and offer me cigarettes.
Summer Fridays we'll hang out in Central Park eating ice cream and shooting the shit. We'll talk about love. Then I will be given a raise and a promotion.
This is the weirdest daydream I've ever had.