so i admit it. i did... no make that DO walk around staring at some infinite point in space. with my head far far away.and hardly any
attention paid to my surroundings. trusting in the innate goodness of the ppl
around me and the universe to
take care of one of it's own.
well that taught me.
taught me good.
today i walked to my
car. it was parked right in front of my appt. i walked there barefoot to get my
phone.
as usual i had
forgotten my phone in the car. so ive forgotten other things before.
ive forgotten my
wallet in the office. my phone in the car, my wallet in the car, my gps in the
car in wide view, my passport in an auto.. my keys in the door and slept the night away inside... the list is endless it seems. this is just another
time i've forgotten just another thing. and i'm going to get it. K is beyond
frustrated. he's beyond mad.
he's just resigned to me ever learning to be careful.
so i walk to the
car. and as i move towards the passenger seat, i notice some glass on the
ground.
that's funny. did i
park my car around all that glass. it cant be good for my tires. and then my
eyes move up towards the key lock to unlock the door.
they widen in shock
and i stiffen. I suck in my breadth sharply. the window is broken. my car
doesnt look right. it looks somewhat naked.
but everything is
still there. why is the window broken ?? Is that how my car is normally ? No.
my brain is frantically trying to comprehend. But I don't. comprehend that is.
All the papers. It
looks exactly the same. Why is there an ugly rock on the seat ? And where the
fuck is my phone ??
Now it hits me. my
heart sinks to soles of my shoes.
I am totally fucked.
Yes I know I have
finally broken my golden rule of not swearing in public. well screw it.
If ever I deserved
my title, it is now. If ever you had doubt that I didn't deserve the title of
the Queen of Disaster, well let your doubts be cleared. For here is final proof
that no matter how much I lament that my life is routine and boring now, mayhem
is always by my side.
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