4.22.2005
Have you seen me?
After I wrote that post "yesterday" (not really, because I'm still awake) afternoon, I went a-wanderin' around the city...as I usually do. Sometimes I get paid for it...
It can be nice to get out of the house for no particular reason...especially when you feel like your being held prisoner in your house for no particular reason. And because of a few particular reasons, I wasn't really looking forward to returning to my house to get ready for work this evening.
Feeling pretty low, I checked my mail...because, for some reason, receiving ANY kind of mail gives me a small high. I was kinda surprised to find a small, soft package...I had ordered a few things online, but it was too early for them to arrive...this was something unexpected.
I opened the package and I ripped open the shrink-wrapped little square of black fabric. I unfolded it and was overjoyed to see an exact replica of my greatly missed Stereolab t-shirt!
I have no idea where the original went. I just remember doing laundry one day and realizing that I hadn't seen it in a while. This started my persistent search...questioning friends...lifting up couch corners....discreetly eyeing shady-looking people at the Spin Cycle. I've never been able to accept the loss of my t-shirts. So very many of them...just gone. If only I had the power of placing pictures on milk cartons...
After I was over my initial stages of confused emotion...shock: "What the hell is this?", denial: "No, it can't be...it's just not possible", paranoid questioning: "I didn't order this. Is somebody watching me? Listening....stalking...and plotting?", and finally acceptance: "This is truly awesome. I really CAN have anything I wish hard enough for!"...I began to logically think about how I came to possess, yet once again, one of my most favoritist shirts in the whole world.
I remembered...remembered a small online chat I had not too long ago with the one known as Abberatia. We were discussing her tendencies to be a "most favoritist t-shirt" kleptomaniac...a disease that she has relentlessly been battling for the past ten years. Although she swears that she had nothing to do with the disappearance of the original Stereolab shirt, she did sympathize with my loss...seeing that she has certainly inflicted this pain on me in the past (she's healing and growing...really she is). In an off note, she mentioned something about a possible birthday present...at the time, I really didn't think she was serious.
But, anyway...yay! Thank you so much! All your past clothing thefts are, from this day forth, forgiven...and by the way, this doesn't save you from the pressure of being present on my ACTUAL birthday.
I can't even begin to explain how much this made my day. Fuck...made my month...if not my entire first quarter of the year...and possibly even the second quarter (we'll see how it goes).
It can be nice to get out of the house for no particular reason...especially when you feel like your being held prisoner in your house for no particular reason. And because of a few particular reasons, I wasn't really looking forward to returning to my house to get ready for work this evening.
Feeling pretty low, I checked my mail...because, for some reason, receiving ANY kind of mail gives me a small high. I was kinda surprised to find a small, soft package...I had ordered a few things online, but it was too early for them to arrive...this was something unexpected.
I opened the package and I ripped open the shrink-wrapped little square of black fabric. I unfolded it and was overjoyed to see an exact replica of my greatly missed Stereolab t-shirt!
I have no idea where the original went. I just remember doing laundry one day and realizing that I hadn't seen it in a while. This started my persistent search...questioning friends...lifting up couch corners....discreetly eyeing shady-looking people at the Spin Cycle. I've never been able to accept the loss of my t-shirts. So very many of them...just gone. If only I had the power of placing pictures on milk cartons...
After I was over my initial stages of confused emotion...shock: "What the hell is this?", denial: "No, it can't be...it's just not possible", paranoid questioning: "I didn't order this. Is somebody watching me? Listening....stalking...and plotting?", and finally acceptance: "This is truly awesome. I really CAN have anything I wish hard enough for!"...I began to logically think about how I came to possess, yet once again, one of my most favoritist shirts in the whole world.
I remembered...remembered a small online chat I had not too long ago with the one known as Abberatia. We were discussing her tendencies to be a "most favoritist t-shirt" kleptomaniac...a disease that she has relentlessly been battling for the past ten years. Although she swears that she had nothing to do with the disappearance of the original Stereolab shirt, she did sympathize with my loss...seeing that she has certainly inflicted this pain on me in the past (she's healing and growing...really she is). In an off note, she mentioned something about a possible birthday present...at the time, I really didn't think she was serious.
But, anyway...yay! Thank you so much! All your past clothing thefts are, from this day forth, forgiven...and by the way, this doesn't save you from the pressure of being present on my ACTUAL birthday.
I can't even begin to explain how much this made my day. Fuck...made my month...if not my entire first quarter of the year...and possibly even the second quarter (we'll see how it goes).
