who's timid?

after lurking, not particularly behind the shadows, in facebook, i'm conveying my thoughts here, in this portal of likes and dislikes. my "i" key is fucked in this tiny e-book. not too severely, it just doesn't respond to light touch. but somehow still viable, i just have to retype some of the words containing the letter " i".

as for drama, i'm physically withered from the gruelling processes in the day job. it's hard work in the factory. i know from sleeping with a pen pusher, how wonderful it is to wallow, to stare at computer screen, walk around the building, attend meetings, outline policies, delegate, but the absence of humility is appalling. who wouldn't want to sit in the cushion of comfort? however just examining deeply the microcosms and compartments of the network would somehow teach the powers that be to emphatize. but no, we chose to suffer the indignities, now shut up?