I had planned on having a lovely and normal menswear friday, just casually wearing a striped button-down shirt from BBDakota. I got a haircute (not a typo), which made me look about 5 years younger. With brogues, I guess I could pass as some adolescent British boy (because of the tight pants). GOODMORNING! WHO'S NOT AWAKE?! (me, duh)
totes normal
...and then I got to work. This is how the first 3 minutes of work panned out for me -
me: good morning everybody.
everybody: good morning/oh hay/hey bobo
I go to set my purse down in the cubby hole facing away from everybody and notice two lucha libre (mexican wrestling) masks sitting in my cubby hole.
me: OMG SUPPLIES! (surprise, in normal English)
everybody looks around with expressions of confusion, jarred by my excitement.
me: mimi, you complete me.
puts mask on.
I don't know how many people out there have co-workers who have mexican wrestler masks sitting around at home; on top of that, I don't think any of them would bring masks to work and expect their co-worker to put the mask on and ape around the office for a few minutes on a Friday morning. That being said, I probably work with the coolest people on earth.
Feliz Viernes?
Grrr
Some guy walked past the office just as we were taking this picture. I'm sure he takes us more seriously now. We are an entity to be feared. RAWR.
I usually listen to pop-y dance-y electric-y music that Dandan hates, but here's something refreshing from Bombay Bicycle Club for your chillaxing weekend. The State Fair is in town and the traffic is going to suck balls all week with peeps from the boonies who want to watch some pig races. I'll keep listening to this song while I'm cursing them during rush hour.
bombay bicycle club - lights out words gone
Just kidding, who am I? What am I without crappy music taste?! Holla!
Azealia Banks- 212 by abeano
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