My sterling stream of luck just keeps on going and going. After having 2 flat tyres in the space of 4 days, and various other little incidents....I'm beginning to question my karma.
Was the reason I mounted the curb in Hawthorn in full view of brunchers while my tyre dramatically exploded, the result of something more sinister? Was life intervening , as I journeyed to Cactus Jam to lay buy a Tiger Lily frock that beamed like the sun on the "Last one" rack and fit me like a glove, as a warning against lavish purchases in my current financial climate? Or was it teaching me to wear glasses when driving and not gasp in horror when said store is closed and swerve severely left in shock? What about when my skirt blew up around my ears soon after a woeful brunch of soggy french toast at a cafe that could only be described as one step up from a detention centre cafeteria. I've never seen green scrambled eggs, nor do I want to ever again. Or when getting a lift home in Ellies car, why did a wayward branch fly in the window and hit me in the head? On safely being dropped off home I resorted to confining myself to the garden and not crossing any roads. Only I burnt my fingers with boiling water when trying to make a cup of tea. So I think I've payed for whatever it is I did that was bad now. What else can 2005 have in store for this accident prone gal??? There's a new saga every day! Would I get bored with mediocrity or would it be a refreshing break??
This morning kept my hands full with waiting for the tow truck man, getting dropped at Beaurepaire, having my rights read to me in the form of the expense I was up for and walking from Camberwell to Hawthorn to get a train to work but ALSO managing to spill my chai latte on my breasts. It's always horrible when anyone looks there let alone providing creepy old men on trains to fixate their pupils in that direction.
ROLL ON 2006!!!! If I was to ever win an Oscar, I would like to thank Brent, Dean and Ellie for nurturing me though the sticky situations that each day seems to present...but I wouldn't thank god. I'm not sure there is one for me!
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I love you Gen. God. Did you realise that the man on the other side of the road to you when your skirt flew up (the one in the run-down shop) had his pants undone? Brent and I found that very disturbing... Anyway, the past few days are only a testament to your strength, and your ability to cope with such situations will only make you more resilient to tough times in the future. You'll be fine. I know you're not now, but you will be... Dx.
If you were ever to win an oscar would you wear a pink frock a la Gwyneth and sob & slubber all the way through the speech...?
No need to give thanks... you've done the same and more for me.
Love you, my little Chinchilla.
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