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Monday, May 16, 2005
  The Pen

It all started with a pen...

I left a pen in my pants and threw them in the dirty clothes. The sort of pen with a large liquid reservoir and a fine point. That same weekend my wife had bought two new outfits. A pair of pants and a pair of shorts that fit her better than anything had ever fit her before. Two hours later, the pen exploded in the wash and everything was ruined. Not just a couple of little spots, but large streaks on every piece of clothing.

She didn't just yell at me, she cried too.

At the moment, I felt incredibly low. I didn't care what happened at work, I didn't care if I ever got a paycheck again. I remembered how she is the most important person in my entire universe. Its a shame that it takes me being such a bonehead to remind me how much she means to me.

I've never been good at keeping friends long term. I seem to lose touch with people, not have time for them, or we just seem to drift apart for no good reason. I am very good at making acquaintances, but I have no friends that I hang out with every weekend. I've never figured out why this is, luckily, I do spend time with my family a lot.

This is what makes her so incredible. She's the one friend in my life that hasn't wandered away, or not had time for me. She's the one person who sees all the crap in my life, all the bad habits and all the incredibly messy humanness contained inside of me, and she still likes me. We still enjoy each others company. She still turns me on.

I may work in Purgatory, but at home, I live in Heaven.

Thanks for reading,

AC

 
Comments:
I did that once... it took a lot of washes, and an entire bottle of rubbing alchohol, but I got the ink out. This pen burst and completely distroyed the shirt. Fortunately I caught it before it went through the dryer... I swear I musta washed it like 15 times. There's also some stuff you can buy at the grocery store specifically for removing ink which also helped.
 
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