middling office thought 1.

to me, staples are like contact lenses. theyre both so small, that whenever i have to dispose one of them, i just chuck it indeterminately in the air around me. to me, the difference between actually throwing it in the garbahge and letting it vanish in some corner or crevice is negligible to the point that i might as well have the fun of the indeterminate chuck.

the only instance in which this sop has even remotely come back to bite me in the ass is the fact that on my bathroom floor, betwixt the toilet and sink, there lies a tile that permanently wears a flattened blue-tinted contact lens, like a little yarmulke (happy hanukkah btw! :)

much like a tim robbins play, that thing is embedded. youd think it would be easy to pry a contact lens from a ceramic tile, but much like posh and becks, two have become one.

id need a chisel, at least.