I had things lined up to do tonight. Important things. Like catch up on emails to friends back home, watch TV, troll the sales page on Shopbop...
No. There will be no tales of glory tonight, for I have lost my YSL sunnies.
(Don't. Don't even think of something in a scornfully derisive way about my loss.)
There are a lot of things that I love in this world, like apples falling to the ground, the sound of rain, the smell of fresh cut grass ... but there are few things that I
actually love. (Let's be serious, fresh cut grass? Woman, I've never touched a lawn mower in my life.) But I loved that pair of sunglasses, enough to give up even make-up and chocolate..maybe. Just believe me, words cannot describe my agony right now.
Am I being punished?! ... for not giving that homeless man outside the theater my empty pop can because I wanted to keep the 5 cent deposit for myself?!
Three things are on repeat in my mind right now. And they've impaired me from doing anything remotely close to productive.
1. I will find my sunglasses tomorrow and in a really obvious place. I will then chuckle and laugh at myself for being silly. "Cathy, you are ridiculous! How can you possibly have thought you lost them when they were right here infront of your nose!"
2. I will not find my sunglasses and be forever distraught and will never love again! "Cathy, YOU ARE RIDICULOUS! Who loses their sunglasses in the dead of winter? It hasn't even been sunny for the last 2 months!!!"
3. Should I get a pair of Tom Fords next? (:
