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[crumpled face]
Dec. 3rd, 2003 09:57 pm.
See, this is why I can't have anything nice. Either I ferret it away to keep it safe, unseen and forgotten -- or it gets taken away from me. It doesn't much matter if 'it' is material or immaterial, a thing or a concept, I don't get to keep nice things.
Medeni dies, my charm necklace breaks, my friends move half-continents away, other people discard me like a used Kleenex, Farscape gets cancelled for not one single good reason... I get my brand-new dog-design Starbucks insulated tumbler filled up with piping hot buttered cider, it falls out of my bag onto the hard floor of the Target checkout line and cracks inside and out before I can take one sip of $2.60 of beverage.
It's useless, except as a pencil cup or something. It was nice, and now I've made it junk.
I don't get to keep nice things. They always get ruined.
See, this is why I can't have anything nice. Either I ferret it away to keep it safe, unseen and forgotten -- or it gets taken away from me. It doesn't much matter if 'it' is material or immaterial, a thing or a concept, I don't get to keep nice things.
Medeni dies, my charm necklace breaks, my friends move half-continents away, other people discard me like a used Kleenex, Farscape gets cancelled for not one single good reason... I get my brand-new dog-design Starbucks insulated tumbler filled up with piping hot buttered cider, it falls out of my bag onto the hard floor of the Target checkout line and cracks inside and out before I can take one sip of $2.60 of beverage.
It's useless, except as a pencil cup or something. It was nice, and now I've made it junk.
I don't get to keep nice things. They always get ruined.
