have you ever been cursed?
my greatgrandma told me never to say/think i'm cursed because then it'll come true.
But....
in the last four days, i've lost my favourite orange knife, my billy holiday CD, and my mom's little cashmire jacket. to top it off, tonight i walked by my shelf without touching a thing, and the smallest beaker in the world--which my mom had given me in the summer--came flying down crashing onto the floor into a million pieces.

what gets me about all the items is that they mean some sentimental value from my parents. the knife is from Iran. they don't make them here. the CD my dad got me from SF when we went together. and the jacket, as i said, is my mom's.

what's next?