It has come to my attention that I can no longer choose between an active social life and good personal hygiene. It will have to become, and remain, a delicate, constant balance. If it does not, I feel, nature tends to rectify the inequality.
This revelation came to my attention while admiring my shaggy hair at work. And because it was such an epiphany, I wanted to record it for my blog, because sharing is caring and all that jazz right? So I pulled out my trusty palm pilot/blackberry. (AKA Post-it notes.)
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While I was frantically trying to record my sporadic genius onto blue tacky paper, it also came to my attention that my (and I'm not alone here, people) wish to share and be shared with over the internet ( read : OkCupid, Blogger, MySpace, Friendster, and a million other things that I'm not cool enough to know about) comes form some innate desire to be where I am not. I write to random people that I may or may not know are reading so I can show that I am NOT CONTENT with my place in life and that I strive for greater, farther reaching things. I want to change my environment. I want to change my surroundings.
... And then I ran out of room on my Post-it.
But the whole experience gave me a really great idea. I'm going to invent a machine that records my voice and then plays it back to me so that I don't have have to write everything on post-its.
Except, post-its are kinda cool. I like the color. If I were to use the post-its,
You've reached an all time high of hilarity.
ReplyDeleteGreat self analysis btw. You hit it spot on. I totally learned something about you, from you. That's kind of weird.