It's gone, all gone, and I have no idea where it is. I'm so depressed.

I'm not, of course, talking about my Purple Plaything (still a Honda scooter, and not a sex toy). I know where it is, and it's fine. No, I'm talking about my scooter keychain, which was also purple in color but didn't go anywhere near as fast as the Purple Plaything. But it was adorable, and looked remarkably like the Honda, and I miss it dearly.

Yes, I miss a piece of molded purple plastic. Live with it. I do. I don't even have a picture of it to remember it by.

It was hanging from the zipper handle on my purse, but somewhere along the line it disappeared... and, I'm afraid, it's gone forever. I looked for a new one at the store I bought the original one, but there weren't any of them left.

*sigh* This just sucks, friends. People who saw me in stores around town would look at the keychain and recognize me as the person who rides the Purple Plaything. It was my calling card. And now it's gone.

But I am strong, and I will survive... though the void in my life will remain forever more.