I was one of those kids that would go through the Wal-Mart check out with gum, sticky notes and sharpies like every week. Who does that? If I had saved my money as a child I could probably buy a house by now, but no I went and bought sticky notes, and why you may ask... Because they are pretty colors and I need them. As a ten year old you do not need a pack of sticky notes four miles high. For reals. If I collected all the sticky notes I bought and combined it with the gum, I could probably build a house.
Don't get me wrong, sticky notes are insanely helpful now that I am an adult. (Or trying to be at least) I use sticky notes for everything. Who was the genius behind this sticky paper? Brilliance I tell you. I stick sticky notes to everything, the inside of my notebooks even, you know cause the amount of blank pages in that book just aren't quite enough to write on that I need to add extra paper to the stinking thing. But you get my point, sticky notes on your mirror, sticky notes on the door, all useful for not forgetting things like - You're beautiful in every way, and don't forget to brush your teeth//call your mom. Which by the way, I write in SHARPIE. My other crazy addiction I guess you could say. Sharpie is like the greatest writing utensil on the planet and it bleeds through everything. The plus side to that is that not only do you have it written on a sticky note that you need to buy new mascara but you also have it stained into your desk, that way you will never forget. The downfall however is that you can't write small or your letters bleed together, you can't write too big or you need to use six sticky notes instead of four. But never the less, I'd rather write with a sharpie than with a pen or pencil.
You see the problem with starting a blog is that people can see just how weird you actually are. Sometimes I get so weird I freak myself out. I think I'm going to go write on a sticky note and put it on my mirror that says - Stop being so weird. Good reminder.
What kind of strange addictions do you have? I'd love to know I'm not the only weird one.
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