I’ve been tidying up today and was specifically cleaning my desk, because, uh, it was a disaster.

In so doing, I found one of my old notebooks. For a period of years, I’d carry a small, ringed notebook to write in while on the bus or metro, but also to write down quotable things my friends would say. Here are a few, names removed.

Don’t worry, it’s worse than you thought.

There are people who are home. There are people who smell like home.

You ever feel REALLY smart?
– Only around you!

I have a way with logic. Don’t get in my way.

He can’t be crazy batshit insane. She still has all her fingers!

I’m glad I’ve got some of these, still. Most of these made me howl with laughter. Some of them made me stop and think. And still others made me look at people very oddly.

Do zebras turn you on or something?

(Case in point.)

It’s a nice way to remember certain people, certain events, certain moments, lest they be lost to the fog of time. Instantly, I’m transported back in time by more than a decade. It’s amazing how just a small collection of words can do that for us. Or, at least, for me. :)