27 February, 2011

Unlucky in love

My keys (and favorite black blazer) went missing at 2AM.  So calls to Mom and my brother were necessary, and a bit of waiting was had before the damsel in distress was rescued.  So of course, the obvious question asked by the guy who stayed with me: You don't have a boyfriend?

Ahh, yes.  Where is my prince charming and white stallion in moments such as this?

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