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Good Day:
Hung out with CJ, we did lunch at Paris on the Platte (WHICH IS STILL SMOKING!!!!) and than went to Rave's Oh My Goth and i picked up some bumper stickers, a really cool caraph and glasses set with red glass and a peuter Dragon on each (really cool), and a present for Hannah. While i'm paying, my dad calls me on the cell. i answer, finish paying, but i'm slightly distracted because he's filling me on whats going on with my grampa. but beyond the call, I had a good time and went on my way home. decided to swing by King's up here at home and went to pay for things.
Realize i don't have my wallet. which has my credit card, my license, my soc card, and in cash. money i was planning on paying back a friend with.
Begin bad day part:
Fuck.
pay for things (i happened to still have my Debt Card) call up Raves. they don't have my wallet, but they will keep an eye out for it. they take my name and number down.
Fuck.
i go find CJ, it might be in her car, since we took her car to Raves. no luck.
Major Fuck.
go down to raves. they still haven't seen it, but they've been rushed. i look around for it. i don't see it. so i tell them i'm going to go retrace my steps from when i left raves to when i noticed it gone. i check my car, the area that i was parked at, etc. No luck.
really, Fuck.
so. starting to get really pissed off. i've been talking to hannah, that helps but, still. really not in a good mood any more.
Raves calls me up as i'm on my way back to the store. two kids, twins, male with long hair, look vaguelly like me, have returned my wallet, but have split before i get there. great. i can get my wallet back. hopefully it still has all my cash in it and they haven't copied out all my credit card and social info. hopefully.
so i get there. retreave my wallet. open it up. no cash. it's all gone.
FUCK
The whole schmere of cash that i was going to pay back Seri with is gone. now i'm really pissed off. i don't show it around the guys at raves, but i'm pissed.
i'm going to take a second here to jump to conclusions. the little twin street rat fucks have stolen my cash. the cash, that if they had left, i would have given some of it to them as a reward for returning it and being honest. no. they lived up to my opinion of humans as low life fucks that should be ignored and exterminated as seen necesary. my personal hope for these to pond scum maggots is that they should spend the cash that they stole on some nice black tar heroine, shoot up, and die of a painful overdose.. i really want these fuckers dead.
i call up hannah, because i said i would. i talk to her for a few minutes. that calmed me down a little bit. than i call my dad. i figure, it's partially his fault i was distracted from my purchase anyways. i might have dropped my wallet while i was on the phone with him. he sympathized, asked what i was going to be using the cash for, i told him it was for buying supplies to make a light table (half truth, i was planning on paying seri with the cash and buying supplies for the light tabele with the debt card) he said to put all the supplies on the credit card instead and file a police report about it.
How? with what suspects? and for what chance of ever getting the cash back? slim to none that i'd ever see the cash again, the chances of the twins actually being the people who stole it, and getting a reasonable description of the two (long hair underage kids kind of run all over the fucking place in Downtown Denver right around now. summer rats come out of the wood works...) is so unlikely that it would be null program, neh?
so. i'm pissed off about loosing the cash. really pissed off about not being able to pay Seri back (which is something i really want/need to do) and broke.
Hung out with CJ, we did lunch at Paris on the Platte (WHICH IS STILL SMOKING!!!!) and than went to Rave's Oh My Goth and i picked up some bumper stickers, a really cool caraph and glasses set with red glass and a peuter Dragon on each (really cool), and a present for Hannah. While i'm paying, my dad calls me on the cell. i answer, finish paying, but i'm slightly distracted because he's filling me on whats going on with my grampa. but beyond the call, I had a good time and went on my way home. decided to swing by King's up here at home and went to pay for things.
Realize i don't have my wallet. which has my credit card, my license, my soc card, and in cash. money i was planning on paying back a friend with.
Begin bad day part:
Fuck.
pay for things (i happened to still have my Debt Card) call up Raves. they don't have my wallet, but they will keep an eye out for it. they take my name and number down.
Fuck.
i go find CJ, it might be in her car, since we took her car to Raves. no luck.
Major Fuck.
go down to raves. they still haven't seen it, but they've been rushed. i look around for it. i don't see it. so i tell them i'm going to go retrace my steps from when i left raves to when i noticed it gone. i check my car, the area that i was parked at, etc. No luck.
really, Fuck.
so. starting to get really pissed off. i've been talking to hannah, that helps but, still. really not in a good mood any more.
Raves calls me up as i'm on my way back to the store. two kids, twins, male with long hair, look vaguelly like me, have returned my wallet, but have split before i get there. great. i can get my wallet back. hopefully it still has all my cash in it and they haven't copied out all my credit card and social info. hopefully.
so i get there. retreave my wallet. open it up. no cash. it's all gone.
FUCK
The whole schmere of cash that i was going to pay back Seri with is gone. now i'm really pissed off. i don't show it around the guys at raves, but i'm pissed.
i'm going to take a second here to jump to conclusions. the little twin street rat fucks have stolen my cash. the cash, that if they had left, i would have given some of it to them as a reward for returning it and being honest. no. they lived up to my opinion of humans as low life fucks that should be ignored and exterminated as seen necesary. my personal hope for these to pond scum maggots is that they should spend the cash that they stole on some nice black tar heroine, shoot up, and die of a painful overdose.. i really want these fuckers dead.
i call up hannah, because i said i would. i talk to her for a few minutes. that calmed me down a little bit. than i call my dad. i figure, it's partially his fault i was distracted from my purchase anyways. i might have dropped my wallet while i was on the phone with him. he sympathized, asked what i was going to be using the cash for, i told him it was for buying supplies to make a light table (half truth, i was planning on paying seri with the cash and buying supplies for the light tabele with the debt card) he said to put all the supplies on the credit card instead and file a police report about it.
How? with what suspects? and for what chance of ever getting the cash back? slim to none that i'd ever see the cash again, the chances of the twins actually being the people who stole it, and getting a reasonable description of the two (long hair underage kids kind of run all over the fucking place in Downtown Denver right around now. summer rats come out of the wood works...) is so unlikely that it would be null program, neh?
so. i'm pissed off about loosing the cash. really pissed off about not being able to pay Seri back (which is something i really want/need to do) and broke.