mr. moustache stole my heart.

on saturday
i took part in celebrating diwali.

during the entire program,

i couldn't help but wish

michael scott

would run on stage,

grab the microphone 

and start singing.

it would have been a dream come true.
we came pretty close
when a dance-battle of sorts
happened on stage.
it was some of the best dancing i've ever seen.
just imagine
a bollywood remix of usher's yeah
combined with some traditional moves,
a lot of lassoing, arm shaking, resting
and a sprinkling of hip thrusting.
best.diwali.ever.

el fin.

it's official.

michael g. scott 

is gone.

left the building.

moving to boulder.

and i bawled.

like a baby who's teething.

i cried harder during this episode 

than i did during lost.

my heart is officially broken.

oh, and i hate will ferrell now. 

once upon a time...

i was a little freshman.

during this time in my life i had some pretty awesome friends.

not even joking. 

we were the shiz.
probably because {mike, hoku and i} met at soar
and everyone who's anyone knows that soar is where all the cool kids go.

we were also obsessed with the office.

our love for said program was so strong that we even made a little spin-off series.

those were the days....

part uno.

part deux.