Call me Enron.
Today was the day I finally did it. I broke down and bought a shredder. I’m cleaning out my cabinets and I am coming to the realization that I have some weird way of saving almost everything that comes through my mailbox—that and I think I might have a receipt fetish. Case in point, I found about three receipts from K-Mart for detergent and toilet paper. Why in the hell do I need them? It is not like I can take that shit back if I don’t like it. Sometimes my own brilliance confuse me.
I can now happily say that my defunct fiscal identity cannot be easily recreated without hiring some expensive reconstruction service.
In light of all the recent Jeopardy hoopla, I offer you this older gem.
More later.
posted by they call me the R at 16:52
1 Comments:
inevitably it is the one thing i throw away that i end up needing. i do not think you will need your toilet paper receipt, but once i refused to clean my desk all year, and once i caved, i ended up throwing away my airline ticket to hawaii for the next day.
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