Well, it finally happened. I can't say that this is unexpected because everyone told me it would happen. I'm just glad it didn't fall ON me, but when it fell I thought someone had broken into my house. I totally screamed and ran into my bathroom. Yes, that is indeed my solution for most things. How many years of bad luck is this? Though I'm not sure if it makes much of a difference... my life is quite unlucky already. If I broke a mirror before does the bad luck add on to the years or does it just start anew from this point? See? Valid question. The logistics of superstition are so ambiguous.
Anyway, you see how there's no plastic border around the mirror? It's because it broke when I was moving. Being the stubborn and cheap idiot that I am, I continued to use the mirror even though I kept cutting my hand on the sides. It's not because I can't afford to buy a seven dollar mirror... it's more that I didn't want to when I could still use this one (I just noticed that this mirror is cheaper than a bottle of nail polish lol). I'm kind of afraid to throw it out. I feel like I would return with bloody hands. Now I merely wish that I was a midget so I wouldn't have to buy a new mirror, but it's about time. One of these days... until then I'll just keep squatting to check myself out.
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