This all began when I decided to utilize my Creative Writing major by writing love poems to female co-workers. Rather than file for sexual harrassment, they delighted in the fanciful yet dirty metaphors that littered my poems. I began to branch out, involving love notes and even a roll of love haikus, until it was decided that I must have a blog.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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Most of the fun I derive from creepy notes is the realization of who the real author is. This note was full of ambiguity, and I still haven't figured out who did it. I just wonder what influenced the urination reference.
All notes are real and honest and from the deepest depths of the heart. All notes are photographed with cameraphones. All notes are more sincere than a child at Christmas.
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