Hundre Dollar Bill
Hello my ever-so-patient journal. I do suppose you're the only one left with patience for me, or anything else that matters to me. What is to say besides I drank entirely too much Red Stripe at the bar? Yes, I walked home, falling down and awoke feeling like a plague. I am but a plague, destroying myself. I'm so sad that I lost one hundred dollars last week, and I think that I am being punished (though I'd much rather receive a spanking).
I just can't even imagine what that little fucker with my hundred dollar bill is doing right now. Little Fucker had better not spend it all on cocaine. I wish Little Fucker would turn it in, and I would get it back some how and live happily ever after with much relief. -But in all reality, Little Fucker probably intentionally took it out of my purse for Little Fucker's best individual interest.
I prefer to pretend that my hundred dollars did just fall out and some Little Fucker found it and it was that Little Fucker's fortunate blessing. When I'm walking to class, everyone I see found my hundred dollar bill. They're all Little Fuckers and I can only imagine what they're buying with my hundred dollar bill.
Hopefully, they really needed the money. -Or hopefully, they are karmically screwed for spending it otherwise. Hopefully I will get what's coming to me, which sure as hell isn't terrible at all, if Karma knows whats good for him.....Little Fucker.