2006-09-26

I didn't get a class ring. From high school or college. I just got a ring. Since, aside from Texas A&M grads, most people don't actually wear class rings. Or you might wear it for a year and then it goes in a box never to be seen again.

Instead of a class ring, I just got a ring. The Dolemite Ring, it's called. Looks not totally unlike a class ring, but it wasn't. Just a piece of onyx and gold. It's over 10 years old and styles change. I think it looks like something I might have stolen from the set of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, but whatever. It's part of my look.

Well, as I never shut up about, I've been losing weight lately. (27 lbs. so far, thank you very much.) In fact, I've been losing so much weight, the aforementioned Dolemite Ring was fitting very loosely. So loosely, in fact, that I looked down at my hand a few minutes ago, and realized that it wasn't there! It would seem that it had just plum fallen off!

So, that's today's tragedy. Granted, it's not too terribly much of a tragedy. For starters, with my new trim physique, I doubt people had been able to pry their eyes away from my body to notice my accessories. And in less than a year, I'll be getting a way cooler ring, and I'd probably be retiring the Dolomite Ring anyway.

But still!