"All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers, and portrayers, each another's audience, outside the gilded cage"

This is my stage.

I’ve been telling everyone about the tragedy of my scone. It’s been 3 hours and I’m still hung up about it… My friend delivered me two home-made scones last night and I decided to have them for breakfast in the morning. I ate one on my way to the bus stop, and the other one I was planning on saving for later at work. It was delicious! But mostly because it was home-made, and home-made things are always so much more tastier. So yeahhh, I got to work and the scone wasn’t in my bag. I lost the scone on either the bus or from the bus on my walk to work. Such a waste! Because no one is going to eat a hobo scone in a plastic bag! I am a sad child. I keep periodically checking my bag to see if it’ll appear, but it doesn’t…

And why didn’t anyone tell me I dropped my scone?! I would’ve told you!

August 1, 2012