Today I Hate: The Usual. Why? It all still exists.
Today I Love: My sister, books, videogames, food, and comics. Why? Pretty much sums up the rest of my day.
When
I was a child I had a strange obsession with clowns. Not real ones,
mind you, as I had had a particularly bad experience with a live one
that may have resulted in my wetting myself but I don't remember the
details. Anyways, the clowns I liked looked more like jesters and my
brother and sister had ones that played music when they were younger so I
Wanted One. The one I found was from a thrift store; he had a yellow
and blue patterned outfit, played music, had ears like a monkey, and
only one eye. The eye problem was solved by hot gluing a googly eye on
which, while restoring his ability to see properly did nothing to help
his somewhat unnerving appearance. I still have the clown/jester to this
day and yesterday he played a trick on me.
I was getting ready
to go to my usual appointments but all was halted when I couldn't find
my second stripey arm warmer. The day before I had taken them out of my
bag and set them on the box-cum-table in my room but when I went to
retrieve them there was only the one. This annoyed me because I wear
them when it's sunny out to keep from burning so I proceeded to take
apart my whole room, turning over things that could be turned over,
shaking out things that could be shaken out, and looking under things
that were to large to turn over and/or shake out. I was running out of
time and gave up the search when I remembered I have a pair of lace arm
warmers. I snatched one of those on my way out but not before doing a
last once over of my room with the same result.
Late last night
after I got back I moved a stuffed bear, the aforementioned stuffed
clown, and a pillow from my chest where they sit to the box-cum-table.
This morning I moved them back to their proper place and after I had
done so noticed that tucked behind the stuffed clown's pointed hat was
my balled up stripey arm warmer. There was no possible way this could
have gotten on him or the chest but I gratefully accepted his find and
placed the arm warmer back with its companion. When I turned back to the
clown the lacey arm warmer that I had not worn the day before was
balled up near his arm. Again, there was no possible way this could have
gotten on him as it had been sitting on my stocking chest far below
where I had placed him. I decided he was now Fucking With Me but in a
goodhearted manner and so smiled at hist jest and placed the arm warmer
back in it's proper spot, happy to have them back.
A little later during breakfast I told my sister this story.
"Well," she replied, "That's what clowns do. They fuck with you."
"I know," I said, "It's all part of living with a clown.
This
particular clown is one that she has never been fond of and insists he
is always watching her. She looked at him and squinted.
"Okay," she said, turning back to me. "But if he starts coming into my room and stealing my stuff, I'm locking my door."
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