I was going to start this post off with something self deprecating, but that was a stupid idea.
It seems like a dandy idea to try and write in this blog every day, no matter what the content. This is not a New Year’s resolution. Those are as meaningless as goggles on an alligator. Alligators having two sets of eyelids. Which you, obviously, knew. I was just explaining it to the guy who stumbled on to this website while trying to search for porn on the computers at the public library. How do you do, good sir. You’ll need a key for the bathrooms.
So the grand bit of insight I have for you today? Someone was clipping their nails in a bathroom stall at work. And while that is far better than participating in this activity at your desk, you still need to take that business home. I know, you’re going to drop a clipping which will lodge deep into your carpet fibers only to tap-tap-tap on the bare heals of your loved ones. But that’s how normal people do it.
Now we’re all a bit wiser. Also, Jenna Fischer is dating David Spade. Weird.
You should of made a sign for the bathroom, “Please do not clip your nails here, clip them at home where your dog will eat the droppings.”