This blog has been created to distract a twentysomething corporate mule from her mind-numbing, soul-crushing, nine-to-five drudgery and to entertain other disgruntled members of the cubicle elite. The author, a failed writer who collects vintage pet rocks, will ramble about and muse over various oddities and useless trivia, such as the fact that Napoleon had a phobia of cats or that the proper name for those little plastic thingies on the end of your shoelaces is aglets. She may talk loosely about books, or art, or other things with which she is familiar, though she may only appear vaguely so. She will not talk about politics, issues of social justice, or anything remotely important.


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