rabbit's foot, anyone?

sooooooooo someone stole my wallet. my favorite floral print princess wallet. the one containing all my id cards, social insurance number (i know i'm an idiot), hannah's air miles card, pictures of larry's watermelon hair, a chunk of my rent money, pretty much my whole life. I am still a pile of sadness. I had to make a billion phonecalls, including one to the police and quite honestly I am so sick of having to call the police about things. I don't have any credit cards so fortunately that's nothing to worry about. but yeah. I know it's bad and all but I kinda wish I could find whoever it is, get my rent money/valuables back & then go all reservoir dogs on his fucking ass. like perfectly mutilate that fucker. okay maybe not. but I am really angry and I got a few punches in me. what with getting harassed by exhibitionists and mentally unstable pseudo homeless men at work, borderline home invasions etc. I need some release. to top off this SHIT WEEK on my way home I got assaulted by plastic cups being blown around violently by harsh winds, and then completely assassinated by apocalyptic rain. and I decided to wear my cute white lace outfit today too. clearly there's some kind of satanic gypsy curse on me and it's just a matter of time before the Lamia drags my ass to hell. ah.