Things to do today,
- Go to school
- Poo
- Crib a line from a Butthole Surfers song
And when I say I've worn it for the past five years, I mean I've worn it for the past five years. Like a self-imposed house arrest anklet, the thing didn't come off. I even broke Beauchamp anal retentive, overblown, dictatorial rule #13a and wore it onstage in a performance. Well, a few actually. It was there when I got escorted off the tarmac in Germany by security, when I got my ticket(s) and when I broke the color barrier (incidentally the last two were at the same time, I was just going that fast). My point is since early 2000 that necklace has been ensconcing itself firmly around my shapely neck. That is, until today. I don't know what happened, maybe it was the he/she hitting me with rolled up newspaper, maybe it just felt that we had grown apart, but my necklace is gone without a trace. A moment of silence for the fallen...
That should cover it. I'm sure my necklace wouldn't want me to be sad, but look back fondly on it. If you care to browse here and here, you'll notice it around my neck (even in costume as Harry Scotter it's peaking out above the tie). Also feel free to share your sad tales of inanimate losses that seem to be more painful than they really should be.
- Scott
Under that same category, I used to have a hematite ring that I bought about two hours before I had surgery three years ago. Last summer, I was on the T and being the midget I am, had to jump up to reach the hand rail. I slapped my hand down on the rail and the ring broke in half and flew across the train. It was very upsetting.
ReplyDeleteMarky got with Sharon,
ReplyDeleteSharon got Charice,
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease...
Thanks for inadvertently getting that stuck in my head.
~c
I too wish to thank you for the lookup of Pepper in the mental archives.
ReplyDeleteI can't claim that I have experienced a loss of the same matter, but I have had losses. Like when I was a lot younger, I got those nascar cars from Hardees. Then I went to Kentucky and was playing with them on the front of our boat on the lake. They were racing just fine and next thing I know they got away from me and sank to the bottom. Somewhere there are some tiny fish cruising in style.
In terms of necklaces...I have a rather peculiar story. I used to wear crucifixes and crosses when I was in junior high/high school. One day, I notice that my necklaces either would disappear or snap in half. I'm not talking about some piddly thin cross either...this was durable metal and no pressure was being applied. It made me feel evil and slightly creeped.
That's all I know
-Justin
Oh yeah, Scott. I meant to tell you about your necklace I found it on the ground (in your bedroom) the other day and didn't really know what it was, so I threw it away. TaDa! Mystery Solved. You can sleep easy now. But yeah, about that... I guess that was my bad. "Oops."
ReplyDeleteOh man, I remember that song. Trippy song. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteI used to lose watches all the time. I hated wearing stuff on my wrist because it acentuates the extreme skinniness, nay, emaciation. So I just put wristwatches in my pocket. Then of course I would lose them. So I made the very short leap of logic to a pocket watch with an actual chain. Now I roll with an air of fake class.
Was that the same necklace that Stephen brought back from Hawaii. If so, I remember losing that same one in my Pre-Calc class in High School. I remember taking a test and could feel the clasp come undone. I was taking a test and in class so I didn't feel like sticking my arms up my shirt. So I forgot it was there and go up to leave and I didn't even see/feel it drop. I bet some janitor in Pontiac is enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteGood memory Har-dog. Yeah, same one. I meant to note it in the story, but I kind of forgot. Then I half made a comment about it being Stevo's generosity that brought it to me in the first place, but didn't finish it. Here's the Cliff's notes version: Steve got it for me in Hawaii. I also imagine some janitor found mine. The now stylish bastard.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, don't worry about it Rob, but I'm not apologizing for helping Tim steal your girlfriend. He shall be the Romeo to my Mercutio. And you will be the gentleman suitor whose name no one remembers. Muwahahhaha.
Wendy and Stevo, I too lost a Zippo and a mood ring. Why I had a mood ring isn't important (I was in 4th grade and had just seen "My Girl"... yeah, shut up.) Both of them were kind of a "how did this happen" type thing. And both were pretty annoying. I finally decided it was Borrowers and then hoped they burned themselves as they saw their mood was unhappy.
Coors, Tim, and Justin, enjoy the Butthole Surfers flashback. Also, Tim, it's funny but I mentally used the same word to describe you and Rob the other day. I was thinking "if only I was emaciated like them..." in a good way though. But to be fair the rest of the sentence was "no prison bars could hold me".
- Scott
I too had a Zippo. Mine wasn't lost though. I was pretty young at the time and had it without my parents knowing about it.
ReplyDeleteSomehow my parents were going to find out about it. Someone was going to tell or something, so I had to throw it away. Very sad.
Under your analogy, Scotty, Rob would be Paris to Ro's Juliet.
ReplyDeleteI remember losing my beloved cabbage patch doll when I was 5. I cried and cried and then my father bought a NES and suddenly the pain melted away.