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Mid-Afternoon Chillax. [Dec. 1st, 2005|06:00 am]
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The alarm rang a sweet and shrill key from my cell phone.

I woke up with a start. I proceeded to the shower.

After showering, I noticed the time was right at the moment to leave.

After robing myself, I put on my green goose-down jacket with hood.

The bright grey of a frosty Michigan winter bit my breath.

I closed the side door, and I proceeded to the garage door.

Reaching in my pocket, I found neither my car keys nor my house key.

At that moment, I realized that I had pwnt myself.


From: hulagalinthesky
2005-12-01 01:01 pm (UTC)
So what did you do?
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2005-12-01 01:25 pm (UTC)
I didn't panic.

I knew the earliest time for someone to return would be one hour and 45 minutes from that point.

I didn't want to spend any money. Walking to nearby establishments would serve no purpose, in that case, and I could not be anywhere nearby without running a chance of loitering.

In my pocket, a cell phone appeared.

I did not want to call anyone to come get me. All people in this option would have to break their schedules, and it failed at that point to be an emergency.

I called two very special people to inform them by voice mail of my situation. I assured them I would be fine.

In my pocket, Winston Lights and a lighter appeared.

Over the course of the time, I spent idle time with deep thought. I smoked. I smoked and committed deep thought upon myself.

A phone call appeared. I answered. It was the first special person. She talked with me on her work break. We re-established that I was fine, despite being cold.

Later, that special lady called once more. We briefly discussed her day. Then, an incoming call appeared. I greeted her good day, and I answered. It was a good friend. We chatted about life, and I lectured him about shit that he probably didn't listen. I apologized. I enjoyed his poem.

Then, a car door slammed. I made my way around the house, and the 2nd very special person appeared. My mother greeted me, and I said, "I'm very glad to see you." She opened the door, and we entered the house.

My mother did not figure out that I had been outside for exactly one hour and 45 minutes until a delayed reaction appeared for her.

Then, I found out that she had not figured out how to use her voice mail on her new cell phone. She felt horrible about this, and guilt appeared.

I, of course, eased her guilt. After all, I was fine.
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[User Picture]From: fruitpunch76
2005-12-01 02:03 pm (UTC)
It must be nice to have a special lady ;-P
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2005-12-01 02:04 pm (UTC)
It sure is, and gratitude appeared.
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2005-12-02 12:35 am (UTC)
My esteemed associate thedeadfisharmy produced the main link to the group which produced the festive track.

I believe the listed artist is Gogol Bordello.
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[User Picture]From: allyaneedisrick
2005-12-01 04:42 pm (UTC)
that picture made m pull out the old n64... mario64 here i come
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2005-12-02 12:37 am (UTC)
What's funny is that so few RPGs appeared in the past.

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[User Picture]From: brushwithrob
2005-12-01 05:25 pm (UTC)
PWNT Thyself, indeed.
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2005-12-02 12:39 am (UTC)
Truly l33t response.
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[User Picture]From: pjwilliams
2005-12-02 01:08 pm (UTC)
Heh, I've been there before. At least you weren't on your way to work like I was.
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2005-12-02 01:19 pm (UTC)
That is utter and complete suckage, indeed.

I did that once with car keys on the job for the cable company. On that one, I caught a break, and I was able to radio in probably one job while people came out to help me get back in the vehicle.

Having keys turn up missing is a little more of a concern, depending on circumstances.
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[User Picture]From: duj_1arm
2005-12-08 10:17 pm (UTC)
I did that quite spectacularly once.

I was moving house, and my wife had gone to Chicago for a week, as her impeccable sense of timing always seems to leave me to sort out major problems on my own. I had been going in and out of the house all day, with the door on the snib, loading stuff into the car, at one point late in the day just as I was finishing loading everything up I decided I'd go up to the local shop to get a bottle of coke, so I locked the car, went inside and set the car keys down, assuming that my house keys were actually in my pocket, walked out and pulled the door behind me, then realised the house keys were in the kitchen. And the spare house and car keys were on another continent.

Oh, yeah I added you btw, been meaning to do that for ages.
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2005-12-09 04:54 am (UTC)
Oh wow!

Basically, you had no way of getting back in your place for a few days, if I understand correctly?

When my keys disappeared as mentioned in the Los Angeles incident, my roomate was nowhere to be found. I kept thinking to myself, "Well, I can leave the apartment, but I can't come back to it. I started to look at the shelves to see if there was enough food to last. Then a phone appeared. I called my friend, and he appeared, helping me to be wiser about the situation, calming me down about my paranoia over dudes in hockey masks with knives, offering to go get stuff to eat if need be, and generally being a doorman and good friend that he's always been.


I'm taking a bit of a personal journal rest, which should only be temporary. I've been messing around in other communities and keeping up the NFL community, in place.
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[User Picture]From: duj_1arm
2005-12-09 07:18 am (UTC)
In the end I borrowed a ladder from a neighbour, climbed over the back wall and broke in through the back door as the key was in the inside of the door.

As I work for a glazing company it didn't cost much to get the small pane of glass replaced a couple of days later.
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