Kasa

So typically typical. To lose one's wallet, one's umbrella, one's temper. I don't know why i can't keep a hold on things. Maybe i try to hold too much. Maybe my grasp is much more limited than i'd like to admit. If you were to call me up, though, at this raucous hour i'd stand corrected. I can't keep tabs, i can't keep plans, and i can't keep umbrellas. I love to lose. It's lovely. So play with me again, because you're a winner. You have all the luck these days.