Scoundrelous
cannot sleep due to only waking up twelve hours ago due to car-break-in related trauma.
so i don't actually know if i left my boot unlocked or not. brick in stomach 50/50 nodding and assuming im always partly to blame. "what were you doing leaving your handbag in the boot of a car?" i know. i know. why do people ask? why is it a parent's job to ask those questions which go nowhere and make me feel soooooooo much worse. am i not old enough to skip the life lesson baggage and get straight to the sympathy?
so in order to really well up and hope for some sort of cathartic fasttrack to sleepytime, i am now going to inventory what was in my wallet that was stolen. since ive spent all day thinking about my stolen second set of car keys that included a key to my parents house and cost them/me 700 schmackos in lock changes.
my wallet was lovely and my kind of girlie and Mimco and cost about 300 i think, and i really liked it, and the fact that a criminal made me feel like an idiot for spending that much on a wallet will surely take revenge in coming weeks when i spend more than that on a replacement.
1 polaroid of my favourite ginger, and nothing can replace a dogeared polaroid. the sickness comes with thinking of it sunbleached in the gutter. THE THIEVES KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE IAN.
1 Wagamama loyalty card, with approximately three free main meals. i really wanted those meals. and one Exomod loyalty card with one free coffee. I wonder if they'll try to use them. i found a Boost Juice dollar on the floor of the bakery once and used it.
1 student card with quite a nice picture. The best ID card photo yet actually. I was keeping it in my wallet for an extra year for sentimental reasons and to try to scam cheap movie tickets. The price of my theft just goes up and up.
oh fifty dollars.
The usual cards. If they dont reach me before Melbourne that'll be rather annoying.
A business card from the band manager of The SIGIT, my favourite Indonesians. The best part about this was that he gave it to me and absolutely none of it was written in English. Perfectly useless.
My Planet Video card, before they changed what they look like. that gave me so much cred. i dont WANT a new one. Not that my fine isnt so embarrassingly deterring....
A receipt for 56.60 worth of shit for the bar at work. No reimbursement there. If i create a Stolen Receipt Declaration Form.....?
Most heartsrunchingly for a dumb sentimental collector such as a weasel was a wad of tickets for great things ive seen. gigs and films and theatre and stuff, with ian, with pals. i have a box of this shit and it will never grow old, and due to not having a real home ive just kept it all in my wallet for transferral at a later time...seeeeeeeeeeeeeeya. isis, dropkick murphys, no country for old men, dragonforce. im bummed about it. i cannot help it. now for ages when i go back to my parents home ill drive along the local streets with eagle eyes in bushes and drains and shit. so condemning! ugugyhgguhg8hfg!
The part of my brain thatis niggling me the most into insomnia is that I just watched Juno and now I'm trapped inside the smart-aleck yet socially regretful mind of that 16 yr old. This post is a total example of that. I think I can hear myself in my head calling the crims "jerk-offs" and turning my nose up at the world. Im sad, Im in touch with my feelings. Im going to go to work every day like normal and if anyone specifically asks i'll admit to feeling shithouse about losing a fairly decent 1 inch plastic representation of myself, and if I'm pregnant i'll keep it.
so i don't actually know if i left my boot unlocked or not. brick in stomach 50/50 nodding and assuming im always partly to blame. "what were you doing leaving your handbag in the boot of a car?" i know. i know. why do people ask? why is it a parent's job to ask those questions which go nowhere and make me feel soooooooo much worse. am i not old enough to skip the life lesson baggage and get straight to the sympathy?
so in order to really well up and hope for some sort of cathartic fasttrack to sleepytime, i am now going to inventory what was in my wallet that was stolen. since ive spent all day thinking about my stolen second set of car keys that included a key to my parents house and cost them/me 700 schmackos in lock changes.
my wallet was lovely and my kind of girlie and Mimco and cost about 300 i think, and i really liked it, and the fact that a criminal made me feel like an idiot for spending that much on a wallet will surely take revenge in coming weeks when i spend more than that on a replacement.
1 polaroid of my favourite ginger, and nothing can replace a dogeared polaroid. the sickness comes with thinking of it sunbleached in the gutter. THE THIEVES KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE IAN.
1 Wagamama loyalty card, with approximately three free main meals. i really wanted those meals. and one Exomod loyalty card with one free coffee. I wonder if they'll try to use them. i found a Boost Juice dollar on the floor of the bakery once and used it.
1 student card with quite a nice picture. The best ID card photo yet actually. I was keeping it in my wallet for an extra year for sentimental reasons and to try to scam cheap movie tickets. The price of my theft just goes up and up.
oh fifty dollars.
The usual cards. If they dont reach me before Melbourne that'll be rather annoying.
A business card from the band manager of The SIGIT, my favourite Indonesians. The best part about this was that he gave it to me and absolutely none of it was written in English. Perfectly useless.
My Planet Video card, before they changed what they look like. that gave me so much cred. i dont WANT a new one. Not that my fine isnt so embarrassingly deterring....
A receipt for 56.60 worth of shit for the bar at work. No reimbursement there. If i create a Stolen Receipt Declaration Form.....?
Most heartsrunchingly for a dumb sentimental collector such as a weasel was a wad of tickets for great things ive seen. gigs and films and theatre and stuff, with ian, with pals. i have a box of this shit and it will never grow old, and due to not having a real home ive just kept it all in my wallet for transferral at a later time...seeeeeeeeeeeeeeya. isis, dropkick murphys, no country for old men, dragonforce. im bummed about it. i cannot help it. now for ages when i go back to my parents home ill drive along the local streets with eagle eyes in bushes and drains and shit. so condemning! ugugyhgguhg8hfg!
The part of my brain thatis niggling me the most into insomnia is that I just watched Juno and now I'm trapped inside the smart-aleck yet socially regretful mind of that 16 yr old. This post is a total example of that. I think I can hear myself in my head calling the crims "jerk-offs" and turning my nose up at the world. Im sad, Im in touch with my feelings. Im going to go to work every day like normal and if anyone specifically asks i'll admit to feeling shithouse about losing a fairly decent 1 inch plastic representation of myself, and if I'm pregnant i'll keep it.