blake.

blake lives under my desk,
he's a gift from matt - my coworker
(who found him while reading teen cosmo):

right behind my strawberry cereal bars.

blake's favorite book is the dictionary.

yesterday when the phone guy came to hook me up,
i forgot that blake was there.
now i think i may be the office perv.
actually, i think i already was.

and here's a song for you, because i kinda like you:

boy meets girl - waiting for a star to fall

it's awful, but awesome. like me.
"trying to catch you heart is like trying to catch a star."
sometimes i think about singing this song to blake.