the pumpkin of shame

so, i just took a survey as part of a study. and basically, my results were that i have next to no morals. (-: ok. i have some morals, but i seem to have little respect for conventions or conventional authority. at the same time, i seem to favor fairness.

all the same, for no reason last night, i stole a pumpkin. in my defense, i did not steal it for myself. i stole it for a friend. and probably because i'd had a bit of wine in me. and my friend said "i'd really like to have one of those pumpkins." and my thought was "there are a whole bunch of pumpkins here, and they won't miss just one.

and today, i am really ashamed of myself. perhaps more so, because i actually ended up with the pumpkin, and it now sits on my patio. it's the pumpkin of shame. because really, i won't even steal a pen or a paperclip from work. and generally, i won't tell a lie even to get myself out of trouble. if i found a wallet on the street with a fortune it, i'd turn it in somewhere without taking a dime. that's who i am. but last night, i stole a pumpkin. shame on me.

i like it all the same. it's very orange and round.

oh and if you are wondering how i ended up with the pumpkin- here's the story. when my friend said "i'd really like to have one of those pumpkins" unbeknownst to me, one of our other friends also picked up a pumpkin for her. when we got to the car, we discovered we had two. and rather than walk the quarter mile back to where we took them to return the extra pumpkin, we laughed, and then we kept them both. and i was bestowed with the secondary pumpkin.

the pumpkin of shame.