Saturday, November 15, 2008

Smooth

In one of my patented jackass moves, I seem to have lost my credit card.

At soccer. Tonight.

Which probably means that Colin will be the one to call me and say he found it.

(Hi. I fucking hope not.)

Because that would be fun. Pretending to be gracious to him.

If he does call. (No, really, I really fucking hope not.) I think I'll be all - yo, how fucking stupid do you think I am? I clearly canceled it within 90 minutes of losing it - and then I'll hang up.

And probably not think about him again.

Because he really, honestly does not matter.

1 comments:

Stace said...

pretty sure, i'd talk for 2.5 seconds and then think about it 24 hours later. . .but that's just me. . .damn i hate losing crap

 
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