162: paper jones

i think i've told y'all already that i have a thing for paper.

it's like i'll see it and i can't help but want it. i begin to daydream, imagining the come-hither blankness filled with my not-so-lovely handwriting: to-do lists, random notes, websites i wanna/gotta/need to check out, phone numbers of people and/or places i need to call -- the list stretches to infinity.

if i didn't buy another single sheet of paper in my lifetime, i bet i already have enough paper in here to last another 20 years, if i use one sheet a day.

i'm not kidding.

i have spiral notebooks, the kindergarten ledgers, those small journal-type books with the cute covers that are all the rage in the dollar stores now, reams of plain printer paper, packs and packs of 3-ring binder fillers, note cards in many varieties and color schemes, bunches of designer printer paper that can double as personal stationary, and more.

so why did i buy more paper today?

well, yeah... "cuz it was there and i couldn't resist" is one of the reasons.

the other reason is cuz it was on sale. i got 4 more of the 3-subject, 70-page, spiral-bound notebooks. two in blue (my favorite color) and two in purple (baby bliss's favorite color).

i look at it this way: if i don't live to use it all and if i have nothing else to leave her, baby bliss will have enough paper to... to do whatever she wants with it.

and now i'm off to bed for a few hours.
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