sometimes i miss my job at Buffalo Kitchen. well, i mean, i don’t miss the daily exhaustion and shame, but honestly i kind of miss the frustration. it gave me something to write about. ironically, the exhaustion and shame made me come home too deflated to write anything. now, at my new job, i have the stamina to write all the time, but i don’t have that great BuffKitch material. here i sit, surrounded by the things i love most: beauty products and office supplies. seriously, i fucking love office supplies. especially staplers. i don’t know why, i have just always really liked staplers.
There is something incredibly sexy about office supplies. And staplers, they are sooo book.
i like to make braceletes out of staples when i’m bored at work. the only problem is they don’t stay in one piece and they always scratch up my wrist. sometimes i think about creating a whole line of jewerly made from staples, but i guess it would never work.
Personally, I could spend hours in the pen aisle at Staples or Office Depot or what have you…but I never actually end up buying any pens. I think I’ve bought pens, like, twice in my entire life. That’s just something that one innocently steals/borrows/mysteriously acquires, right?