(My love affair was short lived.)
It's been decided.
I am NOT sticky-notes. My life is NOT a small square piece of obnoxious colored paper with a slightly sticky backside visually hoarding lines of pristine beauty and telling me what to-do every time I sit down to undress my blazing SOUL FIRE. I have woken up everyday to these damn sticky-notes shouting about how much I have not yet accomplished and that I am probably some sort of wayfaring vagabond idiot for not having more self-imposed structure. Crap. It's all crap. I no longer believe in sticky-notes.
TO THE FIRE PIT WITH STICKY-NOTES!
SToMP! STOmP! StUmP!