A Taste of Individuality

Even if you're not in Cubicle Land, you're one of us. Twenty-somethings alike. Crushed beneath the social constraints of overarching consistency and a need to fit in. With Facebook, Twitter, blogs...everyone is just trying to stake their claim. Busy building a unique identity, as if to scream "yo bitch, I'm special."

Totally intriguing. Very black market.Cubicle Land is seething with talent. We're just confined and limited in means. Over the cube walls you're just another voice reading off just another script, but you will meet the most insane people here.

Meet Miz, get a knuckle sangwich. Meet J-Woww, slam the panic button. Meet Nealon and his biceps (and Hannah Montana), melt into a puddle at his feet. And the list goes on...it comes with the cube. Perhaps out of boredom, out of insanity, from talking to miserable people all day - ya gotta find a way to stay sane.

And ya gotta love a good freak flag.
Like our little Miss USA reppin' the slutty, naughty side in all of us:


She's beauty and she's grace, she's Miss United States...atta girl! First Arab-American to win; years under a hood did wonders for this one. Shawty get loose.

"Don't hate if you ain't" - J Fizz (fist pump!)

I'm still trying to quell the uproar from my spring break 2009 pics - like when our bus caught on fire. I won't even try to explain the banana boat.

Then there's Lady Gaga...who's just Satan incarnate.


[thanks to Hanks for LG pic]