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So, in the endless series of unfortunate events (the movie starring Jim Carey [Yim Ka-ree]) that has become my life (including, but not limited to my album fucking up and my dog dying), the new one is my iPod was stolen. YES. I needed something else to fucking suck in my life. Yep. It's gone. And probably whoever stole it will end up fucking it (and hopefully their computer) in their attempts to reformat it from Apple to Windows. So now, some fucking asshole (who more than likely works at the hospital with me) has the complete FCR catalogue, including Eric's new album, not to mention like every weird-ass, ultra-rare they might be giants recording ever. And I hate them. And I have to buy a new iPod, because I can't live without one. But as soon as I order a new one, my missing one is going to randomly appear. Some kid from work is going to have found it and kept it till he sees me next or some shit. God, I am in such a fucking bad mood right now. Oh, I forgot, the other thing that sucks is I got a ticket a few days ago. So I've got a $125 dept to the Clark County Police Dept. or whatever, plus I need a new iPod. Good thing I'm totally made of fucking money. Goddamnit! Shit! FUCK!