Just in case you thought maybe I wasn’t REALLY semi-obsessive-compulsive, I offer the two following bits of evidence:

ITEM 1:
What you’re looking at here is every single one of my corsages from highschool, each with a carefully made, meticulously lettered label designating the dance, the year, and the boy. That’s freshman year Tolo at the top left (with the ugly purple that matched my strappless purple metallic floor length dress), to Senior Prom in the bottom right. The spoon you see in the upper middle of the frame is from Kyle. It holds the remnants of cake frosting, which was popped into my mouth fall of 1991 when Kyle asked me to the big dance. Some call it disgusting that I saved a spoon of now-mildewed frosting. I call it dedication. Kyle was, after all, a senior and the ASB Vice President. When I was 15, that was a big deal.

ITEM 2:
Here we jump ahead a few years. Behold The Lighter Graveyard. This was the place for all lighters emptied of their fuel my junior year of college at the University of Washington. You’ll note that many are lovingly decorated. This was to decrease the likelihood that they would be stolen by absent-minded stoners. It’s a lot harder to claim you didn’t steal the lighter when it’s got a cauliflower sticker on it. Cauliflower was the coolest lighter, second only to Wishful Thinking.