Two strange things have happened this week.

1. Within the past month or so I have returned to buying ‘nice’ clothes. Now, you must understand this is a stretch for me because of my monetary ethics as well as the simple fact that no shirt can possibly be worth more than, let’s say, $30. So to help appease my conscience I have only purchased name brand clothes that are on the clearance racks — luckily I found some good deals. However — they got stolen this week. Yup, that’s right, stolen. Brooke and I have lived in the same condo complex for over a year an we have never had anything get stolen from our community laundry room…until I start buying nice clothes. They took Gap Corduroys and a J.Crew Sweater. damnit.

2. Our credit card company gifts us a $50 gift certificate to shell gas stations. I’m super excited about this because Shell is the only gas I put in my motorcylce (trust me, there is a difference between shell and citgo or arco.) Well, as I pull out of the gas station after using the gift certificate for the first time my tank bag (a bag that sticks magnetically to my gas tank) flips open and out flies the card. I stop, almost immediately and scour the sidewalk, road, grass, gutter, and pretty much anywhere a card could fly to. But to no avail. I lost a $43 gift card for Shell gasoline. damnit.

Meaningless my friend, meaningless, everything under the sun is meaningless.

peace
joel

UPDATE: After I wrote this I commuted up to school and on the way looked one last time for the gas card and found it. Glory Be.