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There was a box full of scrap paper. Now it's stuff hanging on my wall!




I made a motivational banner.

Sock Twins

There are times when your feet are generous; and when they are not, they become ruthless, arrogant and selfish. Just ask its closest friend, the sock twins. The sock twins are like personal butlers. Not much of an occupation, but an occupation none the less.
As it serves its master to prevent odor, sweat, provide protection, softness, ultimate comfort and fit, the feet will snarl and grouch, pushing and grinding the poor butlers until they break holes.

Then god will reach its hand down and pick up the sock twins. God will take pity, or sometimes make a disgusting face due to the ill stink, and see that the sock twins are a formidable pair, because they fight for their lives to stay knitted together and serve its master, no matter the situation. But when the sock can no longer do their job, and their last breath is done, god will finally pass judgment and throw them away.


The End.

TasteSpotting

Behold, the most dazzling website that has ever been stumbled upon...

TasteSpotting.com



I'll just give you a minute to absorb what is happening.
What you might be experiencing is this wonderful "I don't have the words to describe!" kind of feeling. Yes, you might pee in your pants a little, but don't worry, everyone does!

A Bed

Soft and furry, the touch of what feels like blanket embraces a body and their friend, cotton pajamas. The pajamas and the blanket perform a ritualistic song and dance together. The joining of fibers could be echoed in the room, and the joyous moan of the mattress bed cheers on the song and dance, as the blanket and pajamas scrunch and shuffle, wriggle and stretch into each others arms.

Silence falls upon the body as its cells swim thorugh vessels of vains and arteries, and enter the heart in which it is absorbed back to its original place. Now the pajamas, blanket and mattress fall into a deep trance and move only when spoken to. Lint particles settle to their landing spot, and occasionally swirl around the room when a draft is present. Only the pillow actively absorbes the soft breathing of the human, and as the pillow is a selfish species, it is cool to the touch and smells like shampoo. It keeps the humans breath to itself, from every inhale to the last exhale.

But in the morning, when rays of the sun heat everything in its path, and the birds begin to twitch and sing, once again the pajamas and blanket dance and sing the awakening ritual with a wriggle and a wraggle. If the dance was good, no human would resist leaving the dance. But when the shuffle ends and the fibers of cotton and blanket material begin to seperate, thrown on the cold, harsh floor or dropped against the whining mattress, soon enough cotton pajamas and the blanket with be one.

Chicken coop for the soul

Fancy schmansie chicken coops!
Complete with a run, nest boxes, ladder and fence. Perfect for a garden and chicken/egg lovers.

Sweets are ah-mazin!

It's already been said, but chocolate is soo good! My favorite combination(s):

-Raspberry and chocolate
-Orange and chocolate
-Chocolate and chocolate
-Peanut butter and chocolate
-Sneaking chocolate in the middle of a cookie so when you bite down you get a super delicious surprise inside!

Ahh... so yummy.

Anything I want.

Since this is my first post I can do anything! And for some people, that sounds like an easy task but no! When it comes down to it, anything is the most simple but hardest task to think of. So I'll talk about work. I work at a library as a page. A page shelves books. That's all I do. I do other things like clean up, pull books for holds or requests and the such. It doesn't sound like much and at my branch we do 3 hour shifts. The reason for 3 hours is because you are in constant movement. Your arms or your legs, walking back, walking to, move this here, there, everywhere, all the time. It does build up, and you do get tired, but you get tired from constant movement and boredom. Boredom. Boredom is a HUGE issue when you are a page or a volunteer at your local library. If you are creative enough, you can find tons of ways to keep yourself entertained while working. Here is a compiled list of tips:

- Listening to your MP3 player on the lowest volume (in case you have someone asking a question)
- People watching
- Challenging yourself by putting books away really fast
- Taking a small break and reading a book
- Glance through some magazines
- Working very, very slowly to pass time.

This whole list is from my own experiences.

This is unheard of, but there really ARE horror stories at the public library (that are not really suspense horror, but more like "oh my god, that happened?" kinda thing).

My first story: I just started working. A few weeks in, I pass along to the shelves with my car full of books and this man by the computer falls off! He was having a stroke. People were gasping in the background, and this very nice man calls the ambulance. I say he's very nice but he's also an idiot. When he called, I heard him say, "Yes, there's a man and he's having a heart attack! at (thisandthat library, state, etc) ... yes, yes, that's right. Oh, do you need to talk to him?" He hands the phone over to the man CLEARLY on the ground, suffering, and the man on the floor doesn't say anything. Immediately the guy on the phone retreats and was like "oh, nevermind, be here quick!" (The injured man turned out to be alright).

Second: I was shelving in the children's area when this man, who was supposed to be studying asks me "to be friends". He was a fobby asian man so I said "sure, why not". I didn't know it was going to be horrible. He found my FB so I accepted him, and then he got my number through my facebook but you know, nobody actually looks at that and uses it! Anyway, he did use it so he started txting me and he wasn't really that harmless at all except that he, for some reason, decides that mothering me was the way to reach my heart. So he would say things like "Don't forget to eat a good breakfast" or "have you finished work? sleep 8 hours a night" "don't forget to wear lots of layers when you go out" and stuff like that. I mean, really? He also bought me a birthday present. That sounds nice. I was really excited about that, until I opened it. It was a pink Cinderella pumpkin coach with wheels. The pumpkin was a snow globe with a picture frame in it, and it was a music box. I opened the box to find my picture, taken from my facebook, on one side, and on the other side was a picture of this guy. Of course I was freaked out. I said, "...how did you get the pictures in there?" and he said "Oh. That's a secret. But I'll tell you if you go to dinner with me." (Hell no I won't!) So I deleted his fb and his number and he kept calling and txting but eventually he stopped. He often visited me at work to ask me why I did that and I told him he was a creep.

Third: Some time had passed since that incident and so, as usual, I walk through the library shelving books. Now, my particular branch has wall to wall windows and two courtyards you can look at from the inside. Now, there was this young man, around 15 or so. He was on his laptop, and he looked like a studious student... but no!! When I walked by, lo and behold... he was masturbating. And I know this for certain because his hand was in his sweatpants, and his pants were going up, and down, up and down. So I was sure. The very sweet and patient head Librarian had to go outside and pretend she didn't know what was going on. But she also knew, and he was never caught, so he just left. BUT I never saw his face again.

So, libraries are fun!