Shreddies

[cosmolinguist]

I bought a shredder yesterday on my way home from work. I feel so boring and grown-up.

My whole week is boring and grown-p.

Except I'm having a very un-grown-up desire to shove all the old papers through it. The mislaid, the poorly filed, the neglected and unobtainable even if we needed them...

A new start is always tempting.

Comments

[magister]

Go for it.

[cosmolinguist]

You're such a bad influence.

[magister]

Who, me?

[cosmolinguist]

It's one of the things I love about you. :)

[magister]

Well, that's good.

[australian-joe.livejournal.com]

Shredders turn out to be a lot of fun though. :)

[cosmolinguist]

I'm not really enjoying it. It's noisy so I'm keeping it away from Andrew, the shredder's a bit finicky (I bought this one because it was lightest and easiest to carry home, and I knew that'd mean I was probably getting a less sturdy one). And looking through old stuff is oddly emotional: Payslips for miserable jobs, the Open University course I had to drop out of, lots of debts we were being chased for. Life is better now, but I marvel at how I got here.

[rosamicula.livejournal.com]

I love shredders almost as much as I love electronic pencil sharpeners. Maybe I just like things that whirr and spew out dead trees.

[benicek.livejournal.com]

We find that gerbils perform this task quite well.