October 11, 2005

folds to the floor

and now? lost keys.

These minor inconveniences -particularly losing things- make me crazy. Make me cry a little bit. Particularly when I haven't eaten and all the money and food are inside the apartment, mocking me with their unattainability. Then I might cry a little more than a little.


And will the locksmith that cut the key in the first place cut you a new one? Even if you bring a copy of your lease, a postmarked piece of mail, and your ID?

Fuck no. Fuck no he won't. And he LOVES not doing it.

Cake has started calling me his "stern little loverpants" because my Scowl of Thought and Concern has been popping up even at the most relaxing of times. 2 research papers and an exam next week with a bank account in the double digits. Cut way, way down on the hula-hooping and ___, and suddenly I remember what a nervous person I used to be.

Posted by Sonya at October 11, 2005 04:38 PM
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Extra keys. Gotta have lots of spare keys lying around beneath rocks, in drawers, under wheel wells, etc. It's the only way I stay sane. Well, that and not looking down from high places.

I swear, if we ever convert to an all thumb-print locking system, I'll have to have spare thumbs cloned in little glass thumbrariums just so I don't go nuts from the anxiety.

Posted by: KING COMTE at October 11, 2005 10:24 PM

You're ace. Simply.

That's all.

Keep writing. Thank you please.

Posted by: ian Cleary at October 17, 2005 09:07 AM

Ah the keys game! Belt hooks not sufficient issue these days? Don't worry about it, before to long we will have billions of nano-bots in our body that provides medical care, phones calls, internet access, money transactions and opens doors just by thinking about it! And sandwiches will talk to each other.

Posted by: P*E*B* at October 26, 2005 12:42 PM

All dresses = no belt hooks OR pockets. It's been a total crap-shoot around here for years now.

Posted by: sonya at October 26, 2005 01:33 PM