So I bought a book about bookbinding, and when I opened it, all the pages fell out.
Nah, they didn't really. Would've been funny if they had, though...
That's my kind of joke.
The funniest cartoon I ever saw was of a man lying on a psychiatrist's couch, saying, "I don't suppose it's much compared to other people's inferiority complexes".
Ah, so funny.
I was going to go on an assertiveness course, but I lost the form and didn't like to ask for another.
I was going to buy a book about positive thinking, but it probably wouldn't do any good.
I was going to buy a book about improving my memory, but I forgot.
Friday, 4 June 2010
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Kneel before Zod, except after 'c'.
So, as anyone who knows me would tell you, I'm obsessed with stationery.
I could live in Staples. And if I ever win the lottery, I'll move into Smythsons instead!
Deep down, I'm convinced that if I just buy the right notebook, I could finally sort my life out.
But in the meantime, I wander the globe, buying notebooks and journals, like some kind of stationery-obsessed Flying Dutchman.
Always in search of the perfect one, the one that will allow me to finally marshall my wayward thoughts into some kind of order - the one that will finally make sense of it all and result in the ultimate answer to whatever it is that needs to be answered.
Wish me luck.
p.s. I know the title doesn't relate to the post itself, but I don't care!!
I could live in Staples. And if I ever win the lottery, I'll move into Smythsons instead!
Deep down, I'm convinced that if I just buy the right notebook, I could finally sort my life out.
But in the meantime, I wander the globe, buying notebooks and journals, like some kind of stationery-obsessed Flying Dutchman.
Always in search of the perfect one, the one that will allow me to finally marshall my wayward thoughts into some kind of order - the one that will finally make sense of it all and result in the ultimate answer to whatever it is that needs to be answered.
Wish me luck.
p.s. I know the title doesn't relate to the post itself, but I don't care!!
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
What a load of rubbish!
So, yeah, I think I'm going to have to go part-time at work.
Yes, I need the money, and yes, I prefer working full-time, but I can't do that and put out my rubbish correctly.
I need to take at least one day off per week to concentrate on correctly dividing and packing my recyclables.
I could just about fit it in with my career when it was just the three different kinds of bins, but now I have the green bin, and the green box, and the blue bag, and now the white sack. I can't co-ordinate all that and hold down a full-time job.
If I caused contamination because I was distracted by having to work for a living, I'd never forgive myself!
Yes, I need the money, and yes, I prefer working full-time, but I can't do that and put out my rubbish correctly.
I need to take at least one day off per week to concentrate on correctly dividing and packing my recyclables.
I could just about fit it in with my career when it was just the three different kinds of bins, but now I have the green bin, and the green box, and the blue bag, and now the white sack. I can't co-ordinate all that and hold down a full-time job.
If I caused contamination because I was distracted by having to work for a living, I'd never forgive myself!
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