Day 205

Using http://www.convertunits.com/dates/, I will now refer to all of my posts by which day it was posted on, day 1 being May 7, 2011, the day I graduated and became a real woman.

On Day 203, I felt that perhaps I was receiving some divine confirmation of my tragic state in life via the following experience.

I was at work, just minding my own business and trying to seem somewhat productive, when all of a sudden I heard a CRASH BOOM BANG and a feeble "aaaAaah!" from a corner of our store.  Moments later, I was informed that the overladen bra rack had collapsed on an unassuming woman, as she was merely trying to find her size.  I bet she'll think twice before she buys one of our bras again.  Booby trapped (minimal pun intended) by the jealous men of the store, no doubt, the Bra rack stood no chance when faced with gravity and the tender touch of a female.

What does this mean?  It means that I am destined to miss out on wonderful experiences and opportunities, as I didn't actually get to see the bra rack fall on the woman.  Lame.  But don't you worry, reader.  I did get to clean it all up.

Is There Life After Graduation?

Having pondered this question many times, I cannot be certain that there is life after graduation.  I certainly don't have one.  My brain in the past few months has turned to mush, my once-sculpted wrist and forearm muscles (from extensive writing) have atrophied and I have forgotten how to read.  I no longer can socialize properly.  "Friend" truly is a four-letter word, but like I would know that -- because I have also forgotten how to count.  I invite you to enjoy my hopeless musings of a directionless life post-graduation.  If I can get someone to transcribe them for me.