inexplicably, there is a huge scrawl of blue pen on the lower hip portion of the light blue dress i'm currently wearing. i discovered it while looking in the mirror in the bathroom at work this morning.
the scrawl is the size of a banana...and not one of those cute little baby bananas.
i can think of 3 explanations for the banana scrawl:
1. the large purse i sling over my shoulder to walk to work everyday somehow developed a magical hole and a magical pen poked out of the hole and scrawled all the way to work. .
2. there was an open house at my place last night (cuz we're moving to somewhere that is not infested by mice, earwigs, spiders, ants, millipedes, and criminals sept. 1). i was not present at this open house. a prospective tenant with an odd penchant for defacement must've stepped into my slanty walk-in closet and scrawled to her/his heart's content.
3. the scrawl has been there for a real long time and i just haven't noticed.
which is the most plausible explanation?
well, when examining my purse now, there is no hole in the sturdy leather, and the only pen in my bag is safely unclicked and unleaky. explanation number 2 seems rather ridiculous, honestly. and number 3?
i'm not a slob or anything, but this is most likely the answer. it still doesn't explain how it happened, initially, but, yeah, i've never let a banana scrawl stand between me and a good time.
there's a lesson in all of this:
never buy anything expensive, cuz i really couldn't be bothered by this giant banana stain on the side of my dress that shall very likely never washed out, cuz i bought it on sale for 10$ at Stitches...or was it Sirens...or Urban Planet....or was it Urban Behaviour?
buying cheap crappy sweat shop clothing is probably the closest i shall ever come to the anti-materialist philosophy of buddhism.
i certainly did not let this material possession own ME.
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