Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

11 January 2016

Loving the Alien
We had moved in She was a model/actress, and I   was hustler grey marketing German cars, and playing at playing guitar.  “Loving the Alien was one of our song’s. The lyrics “ you'll believe you're loving the alien believing the strangest things, loving the alien”
Our relationship was biased on suspension of disbelief.  The thesis, that, some way it would workout and we would get married, and live stylishly and happily ever after.
Coming home as she was leaving for shoot hearing this song meant coffee was not the only thing being served. We imploded exploded she and “our” girlfriend left one day taking my Bimmer . Still great memories of that song. Thank you, David


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