do what i do. close your door so your coworkers cant hear you and stage whisper “sexy texting!” gleefully to yourself over and over until it ceases to sound like words. i swear to god you will be on the floor giggling like a goddamn eight year old almost instantly.
"There was no rhyme or reason to the collecting until about 1973. That’s when a Warhol associate suggested the artist carry a box around to dump things inside. Each "time capsule" was filled, taped shut, dated and sent to a New Jersey storage facility."