i'm a pixel here, myself

Things that are not-so-endearing about working at a place where office guidelines are, shall we say, less-than-strict: I went to talk to a coworker about some technical issues he's having, and his roommate was asleep on the floor of my coworker's office, his face covered with a hoodie.

Project Runway finale tonight! I'm so excited I could crap. Instead of breathlessly refreshing web pages hoping to find out the winner, I will be having dinner with apetslife. I think this is a much more preferable way to spend an evening (though I wouldn't mind a [txt] with the winner's name and whether or not a certain finalist is DQ'd...)

Work has been alternately boring and frenetic. I suppose it's too much to ask for projects not to come in waves, yes?

On one of my self-induced five-minute breaks today, I found ( these higher-res Green Arrow shots )

Dear downstairs neighbors:

STOP HAVING LOUD SEX WHEN I NEED TO GO TO BED.

Look, I'm all for sex. Even het sex -- not my thing, but hey, I understand some people like it. And generally I'm all for it pretty much whenever. But right when I'm trying to go to sleep? Is not an acceptable time. Wait until I'm asleep (I'm a pretty heavy sleeper), or go at it while there's lots of noise in my apartment (as when I'm watching things, or cooking, or something), but when the apartment is at its quietest? KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS.

xoxo,
Drew