There was debris everywhere man!

I am inexplicably bothered by the never ceasing accrual of files on my desktop – it annoys my anal retentive inner self so much that I am repeatedly finding myself sorting through it and deleting stuff. …. and I mean continuously … weekly sometimes daily looking at stuff and deciding if I need to keep it, and could it be better stored elsewhere.   It’s a total mystery to me how it accumulates at all, given my obsessive-compulsive habitual and frequent sorting of the dastardly detritus that determinedly despoils my desktop!

How does it multiply like that…. one day all neat and polite on the left, and then two days later… .shit everywhere…. obscuring the wallpaper….  which you’ve no doubt ascertained is it’s main offense.

Am I the only desktop obsessed little freaker out there who can’t let the week go by without having a cleanup?  Does anyone else jump on their friend’s PCs only to visibly twitch if nearly half the screen is taken up with annoying little file icons?   How can I overcome this ridiculous neurosis???  😐

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No use crying over spilt coffee….

It’s official … the coffee machine annoys me… it’s noisy, it’s messy and worst of all it smells out the entire kitchen of coffee.  🙁

My anal retentive nature has discovered new levels of twitchiness associated with the damn thing too!  There was  small puddle of coffee spilt on my kitchen floor…  and I mean small when I say small…It was barely the size of a 50c piece… but it was there…. a malignant little brown splodge on my pale grey kitchen tiles.  And once I’d seen it, it was the only thing I could see whenever I went near the kitchen.  I figured Mr K surely couldn’t ignore such an obvious blight, and felt I should leave it there for him to clean up.  And I promised myself I wouldn’t mention it to him…. and wait for it to make him twitch in turn.

Some time passed, more coffees were made, plenty of malingering in the general vicinity of the kitchen and the offending stain seemed to occur, and yet it didn’t seem to affect him.  😐   Subtle as ever, I changed my MSN by line to read “I like my men like I like my coffee… as a puddle on the floor!”  which he did comment on, and did find amusing… but somehow he remained oblivious to the mess on my floor!!!

Woke up this morning, took one look in direction of kitchen, immediately noted the continued presence of the disagreeable smudge… and cleaned it up myself.  🙁  So much for resolve…  less than 36 hours, and I couldn’t stand it any longer!

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Toast

There are three people residing in my home.  One of whom likes their toast cooked to a point that I call burnt, and I would throw it away and start again.  The other two prefer ‘normal’ toast… you know…. “toasted”, which by definition is “to brown by exposure to heat’ … Yes?  What I want to know, is where is the onus of responsibility in the toast making process?  Is the toast maker required to check the dial ‘before’ making toast or should the dial be returned to default position after dead toast has been made?  Given that there are two non-dead toast eaters in the house, I believe that the dial should be returned to ‘normal’ after making dead toast.  Sigh…  It would be nice to be able to go to the toaster and make toast for myself or the Small Child and not find it dead.  🙁

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It’s the little things in life that are often the best… my arse!!!
It’s the little things in life that … f#%king drive you nuts!!!
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