Don't talk to me right now.

Dear diary,

Don't talk to me right now. I am angry. I am still angry, yes. I am bitter and angry and frustrated and annoyed and it sucks. Someone broke into my car (actually, it was my sisters..which makes it worse!) Saturday night by the PAWNSHOP and, of course...they took my bag. Of course, I learned my lesson. I am a girl and we all leave our purses in the car every now and then, no? We think, oh, it'll be a short while before I get back. Or, oh, I'll just be clever and hide it under my jacket. Never really think about the possibilities of some evil bastard lurking around the bushes, watching you, do you? AHA! But now you will, won't you? Or well, I will, damnit.

Note to self:

-Never bring purse to club, if you're gonna leave it in car.

-Never give your friend your car keys, if he's gonna get drunk, because you might find yourself stranded at 5am and that just bites.

-Never say never, because I did, and lookie...it happened to me.

Sincerly,

GRRRR.

Posted: 8:43 p.m. EST October 13, 2005 by irmaris fernandez