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Life, thy irony bites.
It's Monday again. I can tell this, because something bad happened. Lately, something bad is always happening on a Monday.
When I left the house this morning, I left my purse behind. No money, no id, no phone.
So. I'm at work, right? Come back from lunch (the credit union people know me. No id required, otherwise, we would have had a fainting Lyssie with no breakfast and no lunch...), and Linda, who's known my mother for years, informs me that mom emailed her.
Jenna's car was stolen last night/this morning.
Oh, life, you're really out to fuck me aren't you.
Technically, this time it's not my problem. But I'm an inveterate worrier. And I still live at home.
Sigh.
In other news, Debbie Gibson wrote stalker songs.
Yes. You read that right.
But. Think about it. When a song's chorus goes "Deep down I feel it in my soul/and I won't let go/I'm losing all control..." It makes you worry. There's some bits in the song that also indicate the guy/gal in the relationship doesn't love this person. But she's still gonna hang on, 'cause they're The One, and It Will Work Out.
Hello, Stalkers Anonymous? Yeah. Debbie--er, excuse me, Deborah--Gibson needs a few pamphlets from you.
Curiously, I note that some of my favourite songs by her are the dysfunctional types. Or the minor keys. Minor keys are good.
When I left the house this morning, I left my purse behind. No money, no id, no phone.
So. I'm at work, right? Come back from lunch (the credit union people know me. No id required, otherwise, we would have had a fainting Lyssie with no breakfast and no lunch...), and Linda, who's known my mother for years, informs me that mom emailed her.
Jenna's car was stolen last night/this morning.
Oh, life, you're really out to fuck me aren't you.
Technically, this time it's not my problem. But I'm an inveterate worrier. And I still live at home.
Sigh.
In other news, Debbie Gibson wrote stalker songs.
Yes. You read that right.
But. Think about it. When a song's chorus goes "Deep down I feel it in my soul/and I won't let go/I'm losing all control..." It makes you worry. There's some bits in the song that also indicate the guy/gal in the relationship doesn't love this person. But she's still gonna hang on, 'cause they're The One, and It Will Work Out.
Hello, Stalkers Anonymous? Yeah. Debbie--er, excuse me, Deborah--Gibson needs a few pamphlets from you.
Curiously, I note that some of my favourite songs by her are the dysfunctional types. Or the minor keys. Minor keys are good.