Bye Bye Belongings
I guess it's a fact of life that things go missing. For some unknown reason we lose things, simple as that. Misplace batteries, a pen, you know, small stuff.
I on the other hand have lost a dvd and a shirt.
Yep, I like to go that one step further
How the hell I lose them I don't know
First the dvd. A few months ago I fancied myself in a bit of an Angel mode, plus coupled with endless episode of Lost I decided to watch the pilot episode of Angel guest starring none other than Josh Holloway (ok, very SMALL role, but still)
Open up my box set and what do I know, the 1st disc is missing. The pilot is only one of my favourite episodes (along with the 3rd In The Dark, also on the disc) but its gone.
Where? That's what I'd like to know. I'm not even the type to leave discs around. I might leave them out for a minute or two whilst I'm taking it out of the player, but I'm not like my older sister who still insists on using discs as mirrors to put on her makeup.
In my search to find the missing disc I did manage to find a missing Linkin Park disc (ok, so it wasnt the first time), but no angel.
Anyway, I've decided I'll leave it and it'll no doubt show up sooner or later (probably when I've lost interest in the show or when I've already bought a replacement set)
But then a few weeks ago I realised "Hey, where's that shirt?!"
You know that white shirt with the feint brown squares. Yikes, that sounds hideous, but honestly it's a good one.
That's gone bye bye too.
Where the hell is all my stuff going?
Again, with the shirt. It's not something you can drop down the side of a sofa (or is it? I should check), it's a fricking biggie. I also rarely lend my clothes to anyone (because hey, I don't want anyone trying to pass themselves off as me - I'm unique) so the only places it can be really is in the warddrobe, or in my dad's.
Well guess what, my warddrobe? really not that big. And dad's? I've checked checked and checked again
Nada.
So, it's kinda annoying.
I'm just wondering if there's someone out there that keeps nipping into my room, stealing random objects as part as some super-evil plan to drive me crazy. Oh don't mock me, it's entirely possible.
Although, thinking about it now, these don't seem to be the ravings of a sane person. In fact, do sane people rave?
I really shouldn't write when I'm sleepy
I on the other hand have lost a dvd and a shirt.
Yep, I like to go that one step further
How the hell I lose them I don't know
First the dvd. A few months ago I fancied myself in a bit of an Angel mode, plus coupled with endless episode of Lost I decided to watch the pilot episode of Angel guest starring none other than Josh Holloway (ok, very SMALL role, but still)
Open up my box set and what do I know, the 1st disc is missing. The pilot is only one of my favourite episodes (along with the 3rd In The Dark, also on the disc) but its gone.
Where? That's what I'd like to know. I'm not even the type to leave discs around. I might leave them out for a minute or two whilst I'm taking it out of the player, but I'm not like my older sister who still insists on using discs as mirrors to put on her makeup.
In my search to find the missing disc I did manage to find a missing Linkin Park disc (ok, so it wasnt the first time), but no angel.
Anyway, I've decided I'll leave it and it'll no doubt show up sooner or later (probably when I've lost interest in the show or when I've already bought a replacement set)
But then a few weeks ago I realised "Hey, where's that shirt?!"
You know that white shirt with the feint brown squares. Yikes, that sounds hideous, but honestly it's a good one.
That's gone bye bye too.
Where the hell is all my stuff going?
Again, with the shirt. It's not something you can drop down the side of a sofa (or is it? I should check), it's a fricking biggie. I also rarely lend my clothes to anyone (because hey, I don't want anyone trying to pass themselves off as me - I'm unique) so the only places it can be really is in the warddrobe, or in my dad's.
Well guess what, my warddrobe? really not that big. And dad's? I've checked checked and checked again
Nada.
So, it's kinda annoying.
I'm just wondering if there's someone out there that keeps nipping into my room, stealing random objects as part as some super-evil plan to drive me crazy. Oh don't mock me, it's entirely possible.
Although, thinking about it now, these don't seem to be the ravings of a sane person. In fact, do sane people rave?
I really shouldn't write when I'm sleepy