i'm being haunted

by my ex! i'm convinced since i've decided not to wish death upon him, he's haunting me and cause me to make a sho nuf fool of myself.

today Fed Ex guy, aka the Ex-incarnate, needed a proper envelope to receive a package. i volunteered to walk him down to receiving to get the such. we take the stairs because i decided that i do not want to spend the 2 1/2 awkward minutes waiting and riding the elevator to the ground floor. at least this way opening and closing doors will take the edge off the commute, not to mention i knew he really didn't know where he was going so the issue of him walking in the wrong direction every now and then would take the edge off as well. anyway, we're in the stairwell, last three steps and BAM!!! STUMBLE STUMBLE STUMBLE!!!!!!! i miss the last three steps. oh no! not a graceful, full out miss, i have a left foot right foot discussion on all three. i mean my f-ing feet can't make up their mind if they want to take the step or not!!!

all i hear in the background besides the clanking of my last season sebastiano migliore knee high boots is... "watch it, you're loosing cool points"...

i was mortified, period end of story.