strange but true

Below is another conversation I ACTUALLY HAD in my place of business. Not a word has been changed.

Note that the sides of the panels are cut off but that's because I suck.

shred and purge

I was cleaning out my office this weekend and decided to go through my carefully organized receipt folders, each one containing evidence of every fiscal transaction, month by month, from January 1998 to today.

Want to know what I bought at Ralph's on 5/19/1999? I can tell you.

Want to know how much gas I put in my car on a particular day last summer? I know.

I used to find great comfort in having all these receipts (after all, what if I need to bring back that shirt I bought for my office holiday party in December 2000? Without a receipt, the most the Ross Dress For Less is going to give me is store credit. Maybe.) But after going through enough stacks of fading cash register tape to float a battleship, I started to get a little overwhelmed and I lost sight of why I was saving these things in the first place. And then a simple realization - shred this stuff. Let it go.

So that's what I did. And after a couple of hours of careful shredding and destroying (take that, identity thieves!), I'd filled a giant, black garbage bag and it felt good as I hauled it out to the dumpster.

It felt really good.

some time

It's been some time since I last posted here and I guess I feel bad about that. And while time can slip by pretty quickly, I feel compelled to at least say that, after all I went through to get those stupid "stylish" sunglasses, I went back to the eye doctor the other day and got contact lenses and am currently wearing ten dollar shades I picked up at Venice Beach over the weekend.

And I know I overpaid.

don't know much

I'm certainly not the sharpest razor in the apple, so I'm just going to let my cat speak for me...