thank you very much to whoever decided to steal my car last night while it was parked on boylston street. you are unfortunatly not lucky enough to be the first douchebag to take her, but you are second place runner up douchebag in this contest of selfish greed and sinfulness. i am now left to buy myself all new socks and underwear (because they were all in a dufflebag, along with all of my shorts, some shirts and my very nice and expensive ceramic hair straightener), a new messenger bag, a new ipod, and all of my birthday money that i hadn't a chance to put in the bank yet. oh yeah, and thanks for taking all of my sketchbooks with all of my drawings and ideas that i have been painfully working out and developing over the past 6 months or so. those i definatly CANNOT replace. i was also planning on seeling my car and using the money to start up my clothing label this fall, but i gess that is not happening any more. but who needs dreams to come true anyways? right?

you just put the frosting on my cake, sir.

i guess this is all of my good karma coming back around and.....well.....i guess....whoa. this is actually totally out of left field now that i think about it.

so yeah, i hope to find you some day in an alley somewhere, bound up with electrical tape and razorwire, gang raped and beaten to such a degree that you will never be able to walk again. i want to see your bloody anus try and justify stealing my car and my shit to my face, because all i am going to do is look at you in the eye and wish you a happy life with your hamburger face and your inability to MOVE YOUR FUCKING BODY EVER AGAIN. goodluck with your future endeavours you worthless piece of fucking human trash.