As I sat waiting patiently to be called in for my job interview today I thought to pass the time by jotting down my thoughts as they came. 4 of us sitting in a conference room on the 24th floor… Begin:

pretty view
“I’m not here to make friends” -ANTM
UBS, memories of Terrence flood in
staring at lucky bastards across the way in their corner offices
looking toward central park, staring straight down 6th Ave
nodding off
p.p.dance
my shoes are better…
::itches::
stupid mosquitoes
why am i so tasty?
face is all distorted now
diversity is not on my side
Jefferson’s theme enters my head
wish i knew where the bathroom is
soo… hungry…
should have gotten up at 6am
stupid humidity
stupid afro hair
stupid stupid
i can’t believe the security at the ferry blocked the door
assholes
maybe i’m having a shit day to make way for good outcome…
potty-potty-potty potty-potty-potty
potty-potty-potty potty-potty-potty
(sung to the tune of the underworld song in Super Mario Bros.)
and then there were 2
awkward…
i’m such a shitty conversationalist
::grumble::
i wonder-
i’m alone now
me?
round two?
the cheese stands alone…