I hate losing things … it makes me feel like I’m not in control and am irresponsible. This weekend I lost a very treasured beer koozie that looked like the Charlie Brown sweater (pictured left). I got it for my birthday a few weeks ago and have cherished it ever since. I took it to Diamond on Saturday to watch the U of L game … and that game turned into watching another game … which turned into another game … and before I knew it, I had been at the bar for more than eight hours! I don’t know exactly when I lost my koozie … but it makes me sad. Half of me is hoping I just put it somewhere and can’t recall where. But the other half knows I probably left it at the bar and it’s long gone.

I also have lost my lipstick recently, which really pisses me off, because it’s expensive and I have to drive to the mall to get it. Yuck! I was trying to get away with not carrying a purse … but it sounds like I need to to keep all my shit in order.

Here’s what else I hate losing: money, credit cards, frequent buyer punch cards (especially right before you fill them up for a free cup of coffee), mind, beer, favorite work pen, virginity, friends, girlfriends, my way, dog.