RIP

Yesterday was a sad, sad day. I lost something very important to me.

It all started when I woke up. I was suddenly fully aware of the fact that I didn't have anything to eat for breakfast. So I left for work and headed down to the corner store. I decided while there, to get not just one, but two donuts. Because it was Friday, a day for celebration. I was then enjoying my donuts while walking to work. The first one, a delicious custard filled, chocolate covered donut with sprinkles was amazing. It made me happy that I got the second donut. A regular donut, with chocolate and sprinkles. Delicious.

But to my horror. As I was crossing the street my donut began to jump around. I bobbled it for what felt like thirty seconds before it committed suicide and fell to the ground. The gross, gross ground. Now, if I was in doors just about anywhere, I may have picked up my donut and eaten the rest of it. I mean, that was half a donut, on the ground. But I guess I have to draw a line somewhere. And on the street in the middle of New York City is where my line was drawn. So I picked him up and took him over to the trashcan and threw him away.

I couldn't even have a proper memorial service for him because by that time I was late for work. So I took one last look over my shoulder in his direction and walked away.

I still think about him. I wonder if he's in a better place. I wonder if he made it to the city dump, or if someone dumped some water in the trashcan and he disintegrated. I'm hoping that some hungry person found my half donut and ate it, so that it wasn't a total waste. But don't worry about me, cause we have a project due on Wednesday and that means I get to get another celebratory donut on my way to class.

Aloha.

Kim.