A Trash Bin of Reminders

Ever look into the corner beside your desk and see that trash been heaping with crumpled up memos and ideas? Believe me, there comes a time where you have to sit down and spend a few hours reluctantly sorting through the rubbish. Within that over flowing recycle bin of post-it notes, are memories and thoughts that have long since been buried. Some that bring tears of joy, tears of sadness, moments of laughter, and spurratic waves of rage. Yet, unfortunately some sticky notes float to the surface and make you just wish you could put them through the shredder.

Its odd how different day to day happenings will bring to mind different recurrences. Very troublesome indeed. Unless you are the forgetfull type who suffer from short-term memory loss, then if might be of some aid. I think we should all be glad we aren't 3-Second-Sam from 51 First Dates. It'd be like living the life of a gold fish.

"Hey! A guy with bubbles coming out of his head."
(three seconds later) "Heh a treasure chest."
(another three seconds later) "Hahaha a guy with bubbles coming out of his head!"

You get the idea. And while you get the idea, I'm out of any further ideas. I can't think of anything in relation to this post. Ironic?

Forgetfully yours,
~Chiko...