Pop into my head only to be considered and wantonly desregarded,.
Jump off the building - whenever i go out onto the balcony on the 7th floor where i work, and see all the vehicles on the road below looking like dinky toys and shit, i get this overwhelming urge to JUMP! Jump jump jump. But i never jump. if i ever disappear from the scene, then here's one probable cause of it that i just told you.
Break my bottle of water and stab the guy standing at the next workstation in the stomach. Nah, my bottle is irreplaceable. and the guy standing next to me is a nice chap. But i want to feel some blood splattering on my hands. All over my white t-shirt, i want to feel the jagged glass slicing into soft flabby stomach, i want to twist it and see the slimy intestine falling out. aarrgh!
Take the reciever of my phone and smash it. no not really, too boring and can't be bothered.
Stand up on my desk go yeah yeah yeah and air hump the... er well, just air hump. Wave my arm like i'm spankling someone. Nah. nothing like the real thing. as in nothing like real air and not this air-conditioned, continuously recycled crap.
Write a totally meaningless post on blog..
Publish said post without being afraid of people thinking you're a suicidal psychotic sexual deviant with a profound sense of disrespect for office furniture..
Keep post on blog without deleting it.