October In The Chair

Well.

My wallet wasn't in the office of the diner. I do know exactly where I left it, though. On top of the claw machine in the diner's lobby. Fucking claw machines. I always knew they were out to get me, since I was so good at getting things out of them.

So, some slap happy asshole is currently whooping it up with my rent money. THANKS, FUCKER! GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE!

I hope whoever it was that picked up my wallet, and decided to not be a standup guy and you know-TURN IT IN, gets an absolutely scorching case of chlyamydia.

The kind where they're too stupid to figure out that they've got an STD and thinks it's just a urinary infection, so they don't do anything until they realize their shit is turning black and about to fall right the fuck off.

Pissfuckers.

I'm so mad at myself right now, it's not even funny.

I was the dumbass that left my wallet.
I was the retard that forgot it.
I was the numbskull who got too distracted by oohshinyshinyshiny! to realize I left my wallet on top of the stupid claw machine. Fucking birdbrain.

I've frozen my bank accounts, my mother's account, and two credit cards so far. Tomorrow, I need to go to DMV and get a new driver's license, which is most definitely going to be an enjoyable time.

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the clocktower.