My bag got stolen and I’m listening to depressing songs about broken hearts. It dosen’t matter that they "just stole things" and that "money is just money". I don’t give a shit. They stole my pictures, my phone, my beautiful wallet that I got from Sarah, my nots, telefon numbers and everything else. They where kind enough to leave my library card and my keys though, so I don’t have to change my lock but still, if you meet someone whit my ID you have my permission to put a knife in that persons ear, thats right, in the ear. I guess that would hurt. I know bad things happen to everyone but it’s reallly fucking annoying and it makes me really unfocused, I can’t work right now cus I am so mad. But I will se this as a sign from some retard god and start to do nice things, like help old ladies cross the street and stop drinking and give all my clothes to less fortunated children. But wait, I all ready do things like that, except drinking, which I don’t from now on, but still shit happen. Whatever, my life suck and now you know it so I will go home and cry a little bit moore and feel like the most lonley kid in the world.
By the way, The Wackness was great, I did cry a lot, which says nothing since I cry when people tell me sad stories, or when I watch Extrem Home Makeover. But The Wackness was really really worth seeing, and the music was kick’in and I’m in love with Shapiro.
Peace