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10 February '98

all right. so i'm typing softly, making sure my parents don't hear 'cause they're upstairs sleeping, and if they found me online, my non-existent dick would be chopped off in a second. the headache has gotten worse no thanks, i'm sure, to the only light in this room, which is coming from the computer. my eyes are bugging out or maybe in. and i wish wish wish i wouldn't make so many wishes, but from this distance, what else can i do? i'm tempted to turn the light on, but that's just way too simple. there are seven people on my b-list. that's average i guess. it's not too late. i'm not talking to anyone. i hate my phone. and this cold that never goes away. so. i stole this bracelet today. how STUPID was that? i did it right in front of the security cameras, which i didn't fucking see until after i took this hunk of jewelry. and you know what the sad thing is? i don't even wear jewelry. i mean, i wear this butterfly ring, and sometimes i'll wear my SSEM necklace, but i've never really owned a fucking bracelet before. unless you count the numerous shoestrings mariam has given me. (i tie them around my wrist to keep the scent of her shoe/feet with me at all times.) so i was standing in the store, right, and i'm looking at this rack in the back with beeks. nothing was very appealing, but when i picked the bracelet up, it was like, "wow, this is heavy as a motherfucker, i want it." whatever. what was my mentality? don't ask. i didn't think about stealing it until i realized hardly had any money left in my pocket. and that's kinda unusual 'cause i never have money. anyway, we looked around for cameras in this store that would obviously have cameras wherever they could be placed, and didn't see a single one. so brilliant me, who was not encouraged at all (mhm), slipped the thing into her pocket. beeks walks up to me about two seconds later and says, "oh, now i see where they put the cameras." NER. that's okay. greg, who had just finished trying on his clothes, walked over to us.. about to pay, and i said, "look, we'll meet you outside." not knowing the stupid thing i had just done, he insisted that we stay and wait for him. so i made up some dumb excuse like "i have to go to the bathroom real bad so let's meet in front of mcdonalds." blahblah. to make a short story even longer, beeks and i ended up in the bathroom at mcdonalds with her telling me innocent crime stories. is innocent crime a bit oxymoronic? definitely moronic on my part. but when am i not? that was rhetoric, so shut up. (i just turned on the light, by the way.) we walked around the mall for another hour or so (and this leads to my "shopping with girls is just WRONG" *story*), and finally got outta there about a quarter past seven. i didn't get caught, but if they want to catch this pink-haired FOOL, it won't be hard task, believe you me. so the moral of this story is: never go to malls.
and contrary to popular belief, i'm NOTNOTNOT a klepto [sic].

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