Yeah, I know I'm kvetching again, but this time I have something to kvetch about.
No, really.
After listing it as one of my most treasured possessions on Thursday, my beautiful, gadgety, downright indispensible 10-week-old mobile phone was stolen out from under my nose at a nightclub last night.
Words cannot explain how much this pisses me off right now. I do have insurance, but why should I have to go through that fucking hassle just because some dickwad helped him-or-herself to my hardearned goods? And what about the irreplaceable stuff? All those contacts. All those pictures. All those messages, especially ones of love and support from friends, family, sisters and husband, sent right when I needed them most. Those memories... those reminders... gone forever.
May karma visit upon that creep with infected genital herpes and humiliatingly bad sex for the rest of their shallow little life. Fucktard.
What's the point of stealing a cellular phone? It's not like you can get a whole bunch of talk time on it before the service gets cancelled. And you can make, what, fifty bucks by selling it? If you're lucky. So, basically, the guy was just being a dickweed.
Fuckin' dickweeds...
That sucks! I'm with Rachel - I hope he gets drip dick!
ugh, I hate that! It's such a violation, isn't it?
Ugh! That fucking sucks! I'd say get a new one and then keep it clipped to your person whenever you go out.
I hope karma visits some horribly painful, untreatable disease upon the thief's genitals and he/she dies without benefit of painkillers. Fucking mofo dipshit.