I've given this some thought. Maybe I need to think on it a little more. I dunno. It was easy to start; I suspect it will be just as easy to delete. I've always been the naive sort.
I don't know why I think I have anything important to say. I don't really. See, the thing is sometimes I just think things. Like, yesterday when I was leaving the office, the elevator doors opened and there was standing the weird girl who works upstairs. Every office building has a weird girl. Well, there she was and I knew I had little choice but to get in.
She started talking to me, telling me about her elevator adventures like I gave a flying fuck. I pretended to be preoccupied by playing with buttons on my blackberry as though I had something really pressing to take care of (which of course, I didn't), when I suddenly wondered if maybe *I* was the weird one. You think? Like, maybe when I'm in the elevator and it stops on the 5th floor and the person standing there thinks "Oh god, it's the weird girl from 7". Right? I mean, maybe it's true.
So I thought to myself "I need to blog this out". And so, here I am.
Specific Nothings about some chick in the Peg. Just rambles. Just shit. Just whatever comes to mind.
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