chicken scratch

i love paper. wrapping paper, tissue paper, cards, envelopes, stationary, ribbons, pens and tablets. i love it all. stationary stores are one of my poisons. i can't go in and not buy anything. it's a sickness. i love writing cards, letters and putting forth way too much effort, just to send a little message. not to mention my notes are often late, as i tend to misplace my stamps.

sticky notes of all shapes and sizes adorn my desks, as well as multi-colored pens and sharpies. don't worry i don't have glittery unicorn folders or anything, more like martha stewart style. classy, fun and humorous. as the world slowly phases paper out, i continue to encourage the destruction of forests, for my own enjoyment.

today i finished one of my notepads at work. i like to doodle or write down notes that reflect the conversation when taking messages etc. so as i was sifting through the pages before i threw it in the recycle bin, i noticed that perhaps i'm not as professional as i'd presumed...

amidst messages and random meeting minutes that i "coincidentally" forgot to pass on, there are gems like "CRAM IT IN YOUR CRAMHOLE" scripted across the margin. or "smoke crack". then "cramhole" again on another page, written alone next to a vendor's name and number.

focusing on the message itself is an area i should strengthen, as is evident through these notes...."kylie: needs the undisclosed energy bar." hmm pretty sure that's not what she needed. she was most likely waddling by, demanding something, while pounding the energy bar.... or how about, "reset Ahole." i don't think that was a "note to self." i should have scrawled a name beside it, b/c there are a few a-holes around here that could be reset. specificity is a necessity.

that reminds me, i have to go get a birthday card at lunch today. getting sucked back to the darkside. damnit.