*obviously not a happy fairy tale, but a morbid, sad one.
I’m going to my parent’s house tonight. It feels like I haven’t been there in a while; & I know my ma wants to see me. She’d gotten used to seeing me 2-3 times a week. & now that I’ve moved to the east-side, she’s only seen me twice in the last month (both times cause I had to go home to take care of my taxes).
Plus, I get my sunglasses back. I left them there a week ago when I went to do my taxes; & of course it’s been sunny everyday since, even on the rain-days.
Which brings me to the reason for this post… I’ve been leaving things everywhere.
I left my sunglasses at my parent’s house. Left my lil pill bottle (with Advil, Tylenol, etc.) at Mr. T’s house. Lost my black cosmetics case who knows where?!!? I guess I’ll hunt around when I’m at my parent’s tonight, but can’t imagine where else it can possibly be.
If it’s not there, I’m just afraid I might have been at a counter somewhere, & pulled it to set on the counter while I got my wallet out to pay. Then, just forgot to put it back in. I kept everything I always need with me in that black cosmetic case. B/c I change purses so often, I just keep everything in that or in my wallet. Then, when swapping bags, I just need to grab 2 things outta one & into the other.
Bing-Bam-Boom. Done.
But I’ve obviously just been leaving things everywhere. It makes me wonder if I’m subconsciously leaving all these lost objects here & there like a trail for me to go back to; like in Hansel & Gretel 
In other fairy-tale news, I really wanna go see Penelope. One of my MySpace friends** saw it & I asked her if she just loved it; of course she did & said I would too. Actually, what she said was that she’d seen it 3 times & that all women who value fairy-tales should see it. Um…. that’s totally ME!
**I call her my MySpace friend b/c although I’ve hung out with her before in real life, I’ve had more conversations with her via MySpace than in real life. I think I had her phone number at one point, but not anymore, so I think MySpace really is the only way I can even contact her directly.
I do love fairy tales. It’s weird that I can’t really watch horror movies or read like Stephen King books or anything like that; but I’ll totally read the most horrifying fairy tales. Like the Brothers Grimm stuff? Or, some old Indian tales? Some of them are so vicious & violent.
The last tidbit of randomness for the day? I’ve had that song, “How do you solve a problem like Maria?” from The Sound of Music running through my head all day today.
