Air-dyed scramblings (supreme)

Is there anybody out there? No. Okay.

It doesn't matter, really... anymore, since I have all I need in my universe. I work with this guy now. I know because he has a picture of himself in Curved Air (the band that is) pinned up to the wall of his office zone. He never did achieve the real ability to curve the elements as such. The picture says "me" with an arrow pointing to himself. It's unbelievable considering bears absolutely no resemblance to that man in this day. Better than actually being that man would be for him take on that guy's life story because it better than his real life. We've all tried that at one time or another.

I'll talk to him later on, like I know his story and such, and that I'm really into Curved Air and other British progressive rock bands of the 70s. He'll like the discussion, and hopefully we can be friends. He's already way better than that other guy who referred to a coworker as "Freddy Mercury," laughed, and reminded us that we'd all find out soon that he's full of pop-culture references. I was as embarassed as if I had shit my own pants. I wanted him to go away, but he's a redhead, and as we all know they're tough to get rid of. Better luck next time me.

Goodnight.