October 28, 2003

• Remember a while ago I told you about my backpack being stolen?  Well, I got it back today.  I expected to be soo happy to have those little things back...you know, the silly things that mean the world to me??  Don't get me wrong, I am happy...but the worst is that I feel sooo freakin' violated it's pissing me off.  Someone took the time to thumb through my wallet.  To go through my backpack.  To open up my makeup, my pill bottles, everything.  Then, when the prick, 'scuse me, had taken the valuable things, he/she chucked my backpack from the roof of the garage to the ground 5 stories below.  It makes me soo sad that this person/people have never been taught to respect other's possessions.  That someone elses things mean something only as long as monetary value can be placed on it.  I feel sorry for this person that they will never know the simple joy in seeing a receipt for a doctor's visit on my birthday and know that that was the day I was induced with Kyra.  That they will never know the smile that crosses my face when I see the card Royce included with flowers he sent me one Valentine's Day.  Yeah, who's the loser now?

  • 8:58 pm
  • 4 Comments