Dala

Dala
2003-03-10 23:10:22 (UTC)

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. It s not IN..

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

It's not IN the jeep. It's not ANYWHERE. I don't know where
the fuck it is, but I do know that it isn't in this house.

Jesus CHRIST. WHY CAN'T I THINK OF WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?

I remember having it at the movies last Monday and I could
have sworn that I took it to school on Tuesday, but I don't
actually remember taking it out of my purse, so I might not
have (my dad: "So it's been gone for a week and you're just
now missing it?" FUCK YOU.). So basically, did I leave it
at the theater? I don't think it got stolen because I am
always careful about putting it on the very inside of my
purse where it isn't easy to grab, and there was no one in
the theater sitting near enough us to grab it. FUCK. I
should probably go back and check, see if they found it.
But who's to say that some fuckhead didn't pick it up and
pocket it? SHIT. It's not like I had any money in it, but
you know what I did have? EVERYTHING ELSE.

Why the FUCK am I so stupid?

And now of course I have to write that fucking DBQ that was
due like a month and a half ago because I'm failing AP U.S.
Literally. Not just prissy little smart-girl C -failing, I
have an E, it will show up on my interim as a D but that's
only because Mr. Barse is nice, I STILL HAVE A FUCKING E.

SHIT-FUCK




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