So, I have been saving Starbucks sleeves off my coffee, every day for months. I wasn't saving them for any particular reason, only because I thought it would be funny if HR had to clean my desk after they let me go. Well, I am still there...and my drawer is getting full. So I decided to have some fun...

It all started with a note of encouragement Jamie and I left for Marc, our producer....

Then it turned into a mural on the back of his door depicting he and his father, whom we also work with, as pirates...
Which in turn lead to another guy, who would steal handfuls of sleeves for me, wanting something for his door.... enter the Budwiser Frogs...
Poor Dave was the last to get something on his door... but I told him it would rock his face off... and it did. Jed is his white-trash, Indiana living "cousin" who comes to visit the office and torment me by invading my personal space. (the KFC bucket is made of sleeves).
My friend, Jamie, who is part of our Starbucks "bestie" gang, turned 30 this month, and I wanted to do something super special for her out of sleeves... she LOVES rainbows!
Finally, I felt left out, so I created a masterpiece for my "cube." La Tour Eiffel! Maybe one day I'll actually get to go!

Pumped up Kicks, Foster the People, is my new song of choice... however, when you read the lyrics... kinda disturbing.

Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah he found a six shooter gun.
In his dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.

[Chorus x2:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

[Chorus x2:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

[Whistling]

[Chorus x3:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.