Confounded Accusations

well, it looks like my little poll is a tie. That means that, uhm i guess it means that i'm going to do what i want. So i will not be attending Tristan's going away party. I guess this is all in the vein of me keeping it real. What i mean is that, i've been on the outs with him for a couple of years now so i might as well keep on going with that instead of giving into sentiment. Do i really care if i'll see him again? No, not really. It's easy for me to say adios to friends. I'm just an asshole like that. People don't mean that much to me. Sorry, i can't help it. They just don't. Well so that's all settled.
I'm at work. I like it here sometimes. Like right now. It's real quiet. Everyone is off at lunch. It's totally like a dungeon down here between one and two. Dark, quiet and kind of spooky... I have on occasion gotten a little creeped out though. Usually on the weekends when all the lights except for the one in my area are off. It's all creeky and strange with odd little noises. If anyplace where to be haunted it may as well be here. Lots of folks pass through. I don't know about deaths but i remember reading somewhere that ghosts return to places that they are fond of. Lots of bums and nerds are real fond of Central. Prolly lots of spooky-wooky ghosts walking about....


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