around crayon's neck is an undone black bowtie. hanging from black pants are navy blue suspenders.

light softly shines from polished black shoes.

damn.

aint i a sight?

at work, tonight, a man in a wheelchair recited poetry to me. pretty good stuff, and it was the highlight of my night.

that, or when the kid at krystal's said "have a good night baby."

that made me chuckle.

i wear a bowtie for work, ive mentioned this before.

when i am getting ready, for work, i can sort of imagine what it would be like getting ready for the wedding day.

as much as i really dont think i'll be in a suit (i'd rather have a really casual wedding, but it depends on whom im marrying eh), if i was in one, i'd wear a bowtie.

i dont think i will be nervous. if anything, i'd be insanely happy.

giddy even.

for the first time in a really long time, last night i felt small. this is weird and slightly bad because:

i am a giant.

many people disagree with this, however many people also disagree that i am a giant in the field of technology.

which i am, as well.

how'd that happen?

well i will tell you!

i was in lunch line one day and then a voice in me said "you are a giant in the field of technology." so i turned to whichever friend was next to me or across from me and said as much.

because when something tells you that, and you feel it with such conviction, you go with it.

to sum it up:

i am a sexy giant in the field of technology who should be asleep.