Paper Queen

I have a confession: I love lists. I love making lists. But I really love crossing things off of lists. Today, I spent the whole day cleaning off my desk. It was on one of my lists. Yes, lists. I have many. Some of the lists I found-- unearthed might be more accurate-- on my desk were very old. Some of them, I couldn't read. My handwriting has gotten considerably worse since the internet came 'round. I used to have lovely handwriting. I got many compliments on it.

Back to the lists. I have many lists. I even have lists about lists. Sometimes? I cheat and throw something I accomplished onto a list so I can cross it off. Yes, it's sad, I know. I also have running mental lists. Most of my lists are on paper. Or scraps of paper. Generally, you'll find them scrawled out on yellow lined paper. I love my yellow paper. I threw a hissyfit in the supermarket when they stopped selling my favorite notepad with the yellow lined paper. I bought a rather large supply of legal pads in a variety of sizes, but they don't touch my beloved Cambridge notebooks. The kind with the spiral at the top and that has the perforated pages. If I do find it, they have it in the wrong size. I'm not even sure of the exact size. It's not the regular 8-1/2 x 11 paper. It's smaller. Oh, shut up. We all have our quirks. Mine happen to be paper and lists.

I've always been a bit picky about my paper. It's from art class. I'm used to drawing or painting on a certain weight paper. I tend to prefer heavier weights to the flimsy. They're easier to write on. The ink flows better. So there is reason to my madness. It's not just one of my many unexplainable quirks. I'm a tactile person and an artist and certain papers just feel right.

The lists thing I can't explain so well.

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Weird:
Girl believes bones belong to dead friend. Makes you wonder about your kid's imaginary friend, huh?