Dearest Ei,
I dressed all pretty for our date tonight. I kind of did my hairs. I put some makeups on. I even wore my pretty purple see-thru shirt. But alas... I went to Starbucks with Flanders so we could steal a few moments. I had two tall hot chocolates balanced, one on top the other, in one hand (and I looked good) so I could get my supervisors change out of my pocket when my world came crashing down. Things like this always happen in slow motion. But not a slow motion where you can do anything to save yourself or the hot chocolate. A slow motion where you see everything happening and know what the outcome is going to be but you, yourself have become too retarded to do anything. Anyway, now it looks as if I shat all over my front-side. Weird. I have a meeting with GQ and then off to anywhere to buy cheap pants (I'm buying clothes and I don't have time for a good purchase).
Moral of the story: Always have extra set of clothes at work (a sweater? not enough).
Possible other moral of the story: Hold the hot beverages until you can pass them off.
xoxo,
m
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