PTARD… What is it and what’s it all about?
The recycling containers are everywhere. You cannot escape them. In the kitchen, by the dishroom after you eat, in the halls of the dorms, in the halls of all the buildings, outside… everywhere. I was concerned about getting busted by the station recycling police. They are not a problem. It’s the kitchen recycling police I am having an issue with. Katie scolded me multiple times in one day for improper recycling. Who knew there were different types of plastics that go into separate recycling bins? And what is the difference between non-recyclables and burnables? Or is it food waste? Can’t we just put everything into an anti-matter machine and make it all disappear? Apparantly not and with my increased stress, I have been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Recycling Disorder.
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23:52:10
i think i’m catching on to this blog thing
i’m sorry if my comments are scattered throughout
i think this is youre last entry
sorry im commenting off it so i hope you will see
send me a yes you retard message back letting me know i did this correct
miss you
hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hellooooooooooooooooooooooooare you in there
Hi Fallowes: How are you doing? It ihas been a month since we have heard from you, did you get eaten by the recycle monster???? Look forward to hearing from your next post…. have a ball, what a great adventure!!!
Love Watts
kentlebout@cs.com
Kent,
What’s shakin? It’s brother Gary. What’s it been…since like 1986? Hope you’re well. gary@newmetrodesign.com