STICKY-NOTES CAN SUCK IT!!!

(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! 

BURN.

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July 18th 2010 - 4:05am

Counting down till sunrise. 

1.75 cups of coffee consumed between the hours of 5 and 10pm.

BAD. 

and

Really, really GOOD!!  

Candles were lit and I got-it-on with Sticky-Notes.

Sticky-Notes and stacks of forgotten paperwork and my copy- machine. 

Scissors and tape and notebooks and oh yes... the file got used. 

You heard that right... I used the file.  

But don't worry, it was consensual.  

And it made me hungry, but I didn't eat.   

Food. That is. 

Nope. 

I didn't eat food and I'm cutting back on sleep and none of it's my fault. 

It's the Sticky-Notes. 

I blame the Sticky-Notes.