a journal of the random items that appear on the up-for-grabs table of my office's break room. it may not seem exciting, and, well, that's because its not. yet, that doesn't stop people from dropping by to my cube to tip me on the generous offering of Reader's Digest and abandoned assortment of fuzzy re-wrapped peppermints. yes, sometimes these items can be scary, but i believe this phenomenon deserves a home.
