Tickity Tack

I also have three books that I keep stacked behind some filing baskets. These I don't keep in the open but I like to have them near because they make me smile. They're actually notebooks that I've never used, I just like the covers. Two of them being volumes of Icha Icha from Naruto and the third being a Death Note. The Death Note I kept behind the other two so all that can be seen is the blank black binding. Turns out some one rooted about and thought I was making a kill list.

While I will not deny I jot names of people I hate in a notebook at home (the Bride from Kill Bill stole my idea), it's not like I'm some trench coat wearing wangsting teenager who's actually going to do something about it. It's a way I shake off stress by putting my anger towards someone in the writing of their name and then shelving it away out of my mind.

I have nothing written in the book at my desk. I understand the scary thought of someone making a list to kill at work since a girl I work with did mention having a list too, but there was no evidence that I was doing that. And I would hate to believe that someone actually thought that anything in that book was real to begin with. But someone was insulted by something that was hidden on my desk because there's no reason I should feel insulted that someone was even rooting around.

A part of me does smile inside though that someone actually believes I'm capable of such acts.