keys

people keep asking me, “what’s it like having hmc back?”

uhhhh. maybe i’d know if she’d stick around for more than two weeks at a time. no, but seriously, besides the episodes of lost and full metal alchemist piling up on my tivo and the rigorous feeding schedule (what? i have to eat? every meal of the day?), there is a real, practical, tangible effect of having her back in town.

keys.

or more specifically, too many keys.

i’ve already got plenty of my own. i’ve got three house keys, a garage and mailbox key, and some other key that might be to the ellsworth apartment (or maybe to my parents’ house in diamond bar). then there’s the key to my car with the alarm fob, plus the land cruiser key as well. and a swiss army knife and a mini light.

what really pushes everything over the top is they key hmc’s jeep. not only is it huge, but it also has a huge fob as well for remote locking and trunk release, etc.

the problem is that i’m a guy, so being a guy, the keys go in my pocket. however, now with the jeep keys, i’ve now crossed the critical mass of too many keys and my pocket’s damn well full of hard and pointy keys. which is not something you really want to sit uncomfortably in that area.

if were a girl, then i could just throw them in my purse or something, like hmc does. you should see the mess of keys she has in there, all on an rock climbing-grade carabiner. i don’t know what she’s got on there: keys to old apartments, keys to friends’ houses, a key to al capone’s vault. and yes, the key to my heart.

i guess i shouldn’t complain so much. i wanted her back, and if that’s what it costs, then that’s what it costs.

is that a jeep key in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

Posted at January 11, 2005 10:38 AM