true confessions

i have a sort of office supply fetish. i am not so addicted that i have closets full of office supplies, but i will admit to a couple unopened packages of pens, maybe a thing or two of binder clips, and a cool canvas notebook that's never been used. i also have plenty of office supplies that are opened and partially used. this is where you can really see it played out. it? what is it? why, my very practical, oh so purposeful, magnificatical, collection of supplies.

an index card? what size do you need?
lines? no lines? white, yellow, green, or pink?
need a pen? what sort is the pen that you seek?
marker, gel, ball, or razor fine silky black ink?
i've got yer notebook, copier, sticky pad paper -
yer spirals & legals & nice cotton fiber.
folders - both the manilla & hanging -
folders with flaps & strings for the tying.

okay, so my ode to office supplies is deteriorating like a newspaper in the rain. let's just say i like them. i like the same supply in different colors. i like different supplies in the same color. i like paper & pens & clips & notebooks & calendars & folders & binders & tape & scissors. i like it all. and, in just a little while, we are going to buy some for the new year. yeah!