Yesterday morning I decided to treat myself so I put on a new pair of Donna Karan socks my mother gave me for Christmas. They were in fact so new that they still had the little tag on them that said Donna Karan, New York , as well as the little strip of black tissue paper inside one of the socks. I don’t know exactly what I had been saving them for, but I decided that now was as good a time as any to break them in. By lunch, the one on my right foot had a slight hole at my big toe. By dinner my big toe was practically sticking out of the hole.
At bed time I took the brand new Donna Karan socks off and threw them into the garbage. The price on the socks...sixteen dollars. I guess I should have read the fine print before I threw away the Donna Karan tag on which it would have likely stated: $16.00 or $1.00 per hour not to exceed 16 hours.
This little story serves as well as any to illustrate the themes that are currently ruining my life. Stephen has been saying it for as long as I’ve known him: “We can’t have nice things”. Thank you Donna Karan, New York!
It’s like my Jetta, a thirty thousand dollar annoyance since three hundred miles. I want to say fuck me down the highway, but I would never use such harsh language, now would I?
And if you are wondering if my strategic use of the words "Donna Karan" and the repeated use of the words "Donna Karan" has anything to do with me trying to get one of the search engines, say Google, to rank this page rather high in any search results involving Donna Karan or the words Donna Karan, New York then I would point out that you have become as cynical and jaded as I have and that I would of course never stoop to such degrading depths as to repeatedly use the words "Donna Karan" unless it was absolutely necessary to make my point.
Not.
And so another day comes unhinged at the threshold.
LOL! I suspect Donna is laughing too.
No, no, not at all -- none of us would EVER think you would do such a thing! ;)
Sometimes it seems the whole world is out to get you, doesn't it. Yeah, me too. But I choose to look at it this way: only the special people get so much attention from even the most trivial things in life. ;)