arrived the other day. finding out that people are... obsessed with tormenting me and making me kiss my coworkers? like, whatever, i guess, people can play with their dolls, but... my coworkers? really? i fuckin hate tenna. deeply. most people tend to despise their boss, i think. i don't care about him or his ugly little pet mailman. not in a million years would i be caught dead crushing on that overbearing, dramatic, controlling fuck. and the other mikes, well... sheesh. i never thought of them as anything special to me. they were also just... my coworkers. just ones that ended up in a similar situation as i did (for less obsessive reasons, i guess). they weren't any more special to me than any coworker in the same department as you might be. i did not have any friends. people overestimate my willingness to care. but have fun, i guess. i don't look at what i don't like. i'm just an obsessive green dice stuck in couch cushions at the end of the day. bye.