…To-Be-Continuing the much anticipated Post-It saga…
Group Two: Things People Say
There it is, written loud and clear: Mexican Penis.
And that’s exactly how the words came out – loud and clear.
During and after high school I worked in a pet store called, The Pet Store (true story). Either Jeff or Nate was making a lunch run to Taco Hell and when it came time for me to speak my order, I said “Mexican Penis” instead of “Mexican Pizza.” …In front of the only three dudes I worked with, including the owner.
I have no idea why I wrote that down because it happened so long ago, but I regularly write down things people say.
Group Three: Random Reminders
This very random group includes phone numbers and names (people to call or visit), upcoming concerts (things to do), book titles (stuff to read, duh), random questions (it’s a twitter thing), origami ideas (paper folding), blog ideas (self-explanatory), grocery needs (food stuffs to buy) and so on.
Boring, I know.
Group Four: Blog Searches
I can’t explain why, but I am totally fascinated with the things people search for when they land on my blog.
Searches for Na Pali and Machine Gun Leg Chic have remained popular and I regularly have Fart on Command searches, too, but by far, the most popular search term is something along the lines of Totally Naked Middle-Aged Neighbor Ladies.
Still, there are a few curious one-of-a-kind searches:
- ben wa ball walmart
- mushrooms urine odor
- pomegranate juice make me fart
- spaghetti on breast picture
- pictures of gross naked ladies
- I’m not a lesbian, but I porn
- a gnat flew past
People are so weird.
Group Five: Huh?
Typically, when I come across a note-to-self, I immediately remember why the note was written. That’s not always the case. Written on the same piece of paper are the words:
Um, You Bich? Where’d that come from? AND it’s misspelled!?
It took from Thursday to Sunday, but I suddenly remembered it technically belongs to the “things people say” group. My friend made a funny joke about the prospect of me receiving an angry drunken comment, whereby my hater would call out, slurring in their writing, “You bich!”
Moral of the story: Post-Its have allowed me to remember a lot of things I would normally forget.
Self, take a note (on a Post-It of course):
Shred Post-Its and use a notebook instead.
Listening to: Judas Priest - British Steel