Where’s My Lighter?

Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Looking for a lighter, to light up some candles and I was at a loss.

None were around.

And those that were present, were no longer in working order.

As the search moved to the bedroom, I scavenged through discarded jeans, in search of a source of controlled flames.

Then I found a dress.

Sidetracked, I created a new outfit of a black dress with white polka dots, black heels, black tights and a white floral headpiece.

When I was done, I strutted into the bathroom.

And there I discovered, after viewing my garb in the mirror, a lighter sat on the shelf behind me.

Over joyed and looking fabulous, I returned to the living room and continued to smoke the shit out of those candles.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s