I lost my cell phone case — again. The last time I remember seeing it was either in my purse or my gym bag. And my purse and gym bag are both void of my cell phone case. Not to mention, I also lost my favorite lip gloss-chapstick (lip balm with a hint of color). One day, my lip gloss is in my coat pocket, and the next day, the lip gloss is gone. I thought, “Eh, no big deal. I’ll just buy another one.” Except that I can’t! I’ve been to three stores, and none of them have my favorite lip gloss-chapstick combination. I’m a big fat angry ball right now.
Back to the case of my missing cell phone case 2, instead of making another cute little cell phone I found a cute holder a mere $5. It kind of looks like a cigarette holder, but instead will hold my cell phone and some dollar bills. I’m a little perplexed. I don’t lose things easily. I pretty much know where the majority of my stuff is. For example, Clara is laying at my feet underneath the desk. She’s so cute. I love her.
I hate losing things. When I lose things, I feel that I’m becoming lost — yes, it seems a little silly. But I feel unorganized and I hate that feeling. Oh well. At least I can admit defeat. You win, cell phone holder #2 — you win.