I've got a delirious obsession with post it notes...
There are exactly...21 post it notes stuck on my desk.
Colourful. Small. Tidily set almost with the same distance in between each and every one of them.
I never let two of the same colour next to each other.
I try to make a nice colour jumble say, green, orange, yellow, hot pink, orange, green, orange, yellow, orange, hot pink...
Or maybe hot pink, green, yellow, orange, hot pink, green , hot pink, green, yellow.
The funny part is, as structured as I am with those kinds of things...I can't seem to make my bedroom look less than a war zone...and more like somewhere you can actually sleep, or sit in.
I'm currently sleeping in my sister's former bedroom, new guest room, cause there is no way I can use the bed in my room.
No way...
Besides, I don't wanna sleep in it for a while.
Back to post it notes though, I just love them.
I mean, they are sooooo helpful...unless they fall, stick to a dirty carpet and take everything that made the carpet dirty on them...disgusting.
The sticky part is awesome too...it actually sticks to almost everything, skin not recommended, cause it doesn't last long, but then you can peel them off without leaving a trace...
Not like bandaids.
Bandaids leave a nasty line where the goo used to be on your skin and you've got to rub (the tender, torn skin around the injury) to get it out...shitty little pieces of sticky crap.
Glue is something that I never got along with...it usually ruins anything you were planning to make tidy and perfect...paper gets moist and wrinkles, if it goes out through the sides or something than you mess everything up. I you use too little it doesn't stick, if you use too much it's goo hell.
It's so awesome that someone came up with the idea of glue in a bar. It makes things a lot easier for us crazy maniacs to have perfect lovely flawless works of art.
Well, so, I've got a delirious obsession with post it notes. But what do I care?
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