So last night, I went straight out after getting off the plane.I had a little more than 700 dollars on me, which was all of the money I'd saved up to drive my car back to New Orleans. It was zipped into the little side pocket of my purse. Yes, I know it was stupid of me to be carrying that much cash on me, but it was too late to go to the bank, and I hadn't been to the house yet.

I was at the short stop smoking in the alley with some friends, when the bouncer comes and yells that the alley is closed. He kicks everyone back into the bar, and 5 minutes later, I realize that I'd left my purse back there. I go look for it, and it's not there. The bartender has it. All of my money is gone. I ask him who turned it in, and he says the bouncer.

I ask the bouncer, "Did you turn this purse in to the bar?", and all of the blood drops out of his face. You know, like when someone has seen a ghost or like when they have just been caught in a big fat LIE. He stutters for a few minutes and tells me that some girl gave it to him. I'm pretty sure he took it, but I ask him to look around the bar and see if he can find her. He spends the next five minutes doing nothing and then tells me that it was 2 girls and a guy with a lip ring.

The thing is, he kicked everyone out of the alley. The bouncer and the cleaning guy were the only ones back there after that. If some girl picked up my purse, dug through it and stole my money, she would have had to do it right in front of his face.

I find him a few minutes later and ask him if he wouldn't mind emptying his pockets. He tells me how "offensive" he finds my request. Yeah dude. You and I are such good friends that I should know better than to think you would steal from me. I ask the cleaning guy if he knows anything about the purse, and rather than answering my question, he gets all defensive and says "Why would you ask me that?" UH FUCKER, YOU WERE THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE BACK THERE. My guess is that the two of them split my money. They were both very rude and refused to help me in any way.

I go home and go to sleep. This morning, I wake up to cops banging on my door telling me that my car has been broken into. They smashed out the window, ripped up my dashboard in a failed attempt to get the stereo out, and threw my starlight mints cds all over the place.

So now I have 4 dollars to my name, a busted up car, and a 500 dollar deductible to pay for repairs.

Last night, paul told me that he feels like something horrible happens to him every week in this town. I believe him. This place is HELL ON EARTH. Since I moved here, it's been nothing but bullshit. One thing after another. I HATE LOS ANGELES.

I mean, really. Who finds a purse at a bar and takes all the money out of it? I would never do that, and I don't think I even know anyone who would. It's such a dirty shitty fucked up thing to do. The devil must be real fucking happy right now, because those dudes are going straight to hell. fuckers.