ye olde crapfest

i, my friends, am what you could call a professional loser. not in the sense that i'm some sort of "failure, also-ran, bomb, bummer, bust, deadbeat, defeated, disadvantaged, dud, failure, fall guy, flop, flunkey, lemon, turkey, underdog, underprivileged, {or} washout 1."

no no. when i say "loser," what i mean is that i am great at misplacing things, mainly my debit card. if this one is in fact lost, this makes onety debit cards for cranza. ONETY! you'd think that since the propensity for losing thin, card-sized, oft-used objects is already there, i'd also have the same problem with the patriotic american flag discover card, or my drivers license, or my (totally useless) blockbuster card. but this is not so. i have no idea why. i guess it's because the debit card travels more, gets used more often, goes from the back pocket to the coat pocket to the wallet to the incredible plastic-eating black hole. then again, maybe you took it. jive turkey.

it's been gone since sunday afternoon. if anyone knows anything or has seen it, please, call your local authorities. i don't wanna get a new one. i think i love this one more than all the others before it.

1: gracias, thesaurus.com