comical
so my day has gone so horribly wrong so far that it's comical. while sprinting to work in stiletto boots i chuckled to myself as i thought "my life sometimes really does resemble a robin williams movie..." except i have better legs. lets start from the beginning of today:
- turn my alarm off at 8am so as to not be yelled at by my psycho roommate again for pressing snooze. fell back asleep and woke up 10 minutes before meeting with an addict at the addictions management group. this is bad, when they show they need you to be reliable because they can't be for themselves. tardiness does not bode well in the mind of an alcoholic.
- get in my car and realize my sister didn't put the money my mom gave her for gas for me into the tank, but probably bought herself an illegal 26 of bacardi 151 with it instead. drive to work on fumes slightly panicked.
- make it to the center 15 minutes late and had two appointments back to back. the second didn't show. surprise surprise. not the biggest deal but still slightly irksome.
- speed home slightly happy that i have time to change from business casual to rad-tacular so i can make it to f and q by 12. i get home at 11. i know i'm just running in for a second so i leave my purse in the car and lock the doors. my purse contains: deodorant (that i need) makeup (that i need to put on) my wallet (to buy food i couldn't make myself for today) my cellphone (surprisingly i don't know my own best friend's phone number...) and incidentally my car keys as well. i discover this a little to late.
- after attempting to jimmy the lock with a coat hanger, i give up for fear of being late for work. automatically i think to hop on my bike and go but alas i left it at a friend's apartment who lives off corydon last night to pick up this morning. a friend whose phone number remains unattainable in the vault that is my cellphone locked in my car.
- so sans watch of any kind i decide to hoof it to work wearing the stiletto boots i was wearing. i make it with no time for coffee but a minute to earnestly search the strip for someone who can break into a car. no dice.
- i then get attacked by a thousand kilt clad ladies at work. i haven't seen that much plaid since highschool. joy.
my saving grace? my father obediently drops off his set of spare keys for me to use on my break. (i would have had him unlock the car himself but he does not know i still smoke and my package is placed just so primly on my passenger seat.(alliteration)).
megan also just dropped the loveliest card with photos of erin and i at the masquerade party. madge has the ability to make me glow from inside and cause my eyes to smile.
i will leave you with the writings that turned my cynical scoff to a relaxed slight smile. i hope you feel it too.
Lauren,
Thanks for making me feel
cool/welcome in Erin's absence.
You are good. Trust me - she
misses you tender. tender.
I hope your day is a delight.
You are tres chic. I don't think
you quite realize your effect on
people yet... when you do, knees
around the world will break
in worship.
xo - Madge
it's funny how when you expect falling pianos you get open arms instead.
i love the kind hearts of this city, and i hate my own mundane foolishness.
xo
- turn my alarm off at 8am so as to not be yelled at by my psycho roommate again for pressing snooze. fell back asleep and woke up 10 minutes before meeting with an addict at the addictions management group. this is bad, when they show they need you to be reliable because they can't be for themselves. tardiness does not bode well in the mind of an alcoholic.
- get in my car and realize my sister didn't put the money my mom gave her for gas for me into the tank, but probably bought herself an illegal 26 of bacardi 151 with it instead. drive to work on fumes slightly panicked.
- make it to the center 15 minutes late and had two appointments back to back. the second didn't show. surprise surprise. not the biggest deal but still slightly irksome.
- speed home slightly happy that i have time to change from business casual to rad-tacular so i can make it to f and q by 12. i get home at 11. i know i'm just running in for a second so i leave my purse in the car and lock the doors. my purse contains: deodorant (that i need) makeup (that i need to put on) my wallet (to buy food i couldn't make myself for today) my cellphone (surprisingly i don't know my own best friend's phone number...) and incidentally my car keys as well. i discover this a little to late.
- after attempting to jimmy the lock with a coat hanger, i give up for fear of being late for work. automatically i think to hop on my bike and go but alas i left it at a friend's apartment who lives off corydon last night to pick up this morning. a friend whose phone number remains unattainable in the vault that is my cellphone locked in my car.
- so sans watch of any kind i decide to hoof it to work wearing the stiletto boots i was wearing. i make it with no time for coffee but a minute to earnestly search the strip for someone who can break into a car. no dice.
- i then get attacked by a thousand kilt clad ladies at work. i haven't seen that much plaid since highschool. joy.
my saving grace? my father obediently drops off his set of spare keys for me to use on my break. (i would have had him unlock the car himself but he does not know i still smoke and my package is placed just so primly on my passenger seat.(alliteration)).
megan also just dropped the loveliest card with photos of erin and i at the masquerade party. madge has the ability to make me glow from inside and cause my eyes to smile.
i will leave you with the writings that turned my cynical scoff to a relaxed slight smile. i hope you feel it too.
Lauren,
Thanks for making me feel
cool/welcome in Erin's absence.
You are good. Trust me - she
misses you tender. tender.
I hope your day is a delight.
You are tres chic. I don't think
you quite realize your effect on
people yet... when you do, knees
around the world will break
in worship.
xo - Madge
it's funny how when you expect falling pianos you get open arms instead.
i love the kind hearts of this city, and i hate my own mundane foolishness.
xo