I have an uncanny love of paper and it verges on madness. I swear I've kept every single scrap of paper since I was 12. The purging process is nerve-wrecking. Two things keep me from throwing things out: possible usefulness and sentimental value. I keep thinking things like, "What if I need to re-learn how to do long-division? This worksheet will be useful then!" and "When I'm old and wrinkly I will be pleasantly reminded of the days when I used to go to the school library when I come across this note informing me that I have an overdue book!" and other such nonsense.
During this process I've come across countless pages of notes covered with doodles. And I've been thinking how it's even possible that this kind of stuff comes out of one's brain...
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2(mutant My Little Pony) + 1/2(Face of Evil) = Face of Evil Pony Dimer
Seriously?
Seriously, I miss collaborative doodles.