Morally Superior
Okay, my friend whom I will call Sue, onaccounta that being her name, pointed out that I really adore my work companion because it makes me feel, well...orderly. THAT IS SO TRUE. The moral superiority I feel cannot be understated. No matter how bad things get on my desk at home, dresser, the side of my house where I store crab pots, kayaks, garden tools, traps, a rowing shell, hoses, garbage cans, animal cages and the kid's bikes, (breath...) OR the floor of my pick-up, my bedroom floor, my desk at my office, the shed at the garden...let's say, it will never get as bad as this fellow's desk.
I rely on others to define my moral standing in the world. First, I sold my car out of poverty, but then got bragging rights for downsizing.
I rely on others to define my moral standing in the world. First, I sold my car out of poverty, but then got bragging rights for downsizing.
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I especially enjoy the coffee stained notepad tidely kept under the desk. Its ambiance leaves nothing to be desired.
Oh, I know. He is a a nice guy, but he hords paper and information. It is a sight to behold.
Great pictures of the Burning Pier. Do you have any more??
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