Blather, rinse, repeat

Pornstache... it's only just occurred to me that that is exactly what an ex-co-worker of mine had on his face. Pornstache... Funny thing about your reality slip with tattooing a song. I have the same type of slip, only not such a lovely image as yours. I (and you may recall this) loose keys at a rate that defies all rational explanation, and every time I can't find them for a split second, honest to god, I think I can call them to me. I guess it's extended wishful thinking, but for that moment I feel so relieved that all I have to do is call them to me and they'll come to my hand. Weird.