aiight so i been bitchin and "cryin" about this issue, but you would too if over $500 worth of your shit was stolen. I guess this is karma.. nah fuck that it IS. I have not been the best person this summer at all and its comin back to bite me in the ass. this is a definite sign i need to get it together and act well. I stole THAT DAY.. 20 dollars from my dad... shit came back to bite me the ass on top of that I stole shit a couple weeks before that with some friends smh.. karma i knew it. Hm no wonder MY SHIT ALWAYS gets stolen no matter where I go. Did I mention this is the THIRD time my wallet got stolen, I dont have the best luck.

So here goes the story.

Fourth of July... I hop in Kims car, we park in front of Maurice's house leave her car there.. took his car but took my purse with me.. mistake ONE.. idk why i THOUGHT I needed my purse when all i neede was my id and 20 bucks. fuck. we all headed to love.. course Maurice is NOT 18 yet but he got into love last time with his friend ID ... this boy did not get in that time.. so we was like fuck .. so we went to ibiza.. we hopped out his car, got in line while maurice tried to find parking .. mind us that i left my purse behind the drivers seat on the floor... my ipod my the passenger seat.. jen's purse on the floor.. so we in line.. maurice is takin forever to find parkin, when we get to the front he finally gets there.. tries to butt with us.. the security guy is mad and says he cant butt.. makin him go ALL the way back in line to the BACK.. so we in the club waitin for him... for like 20-30 mins... this boy tells corleon he couldnt get in AGAIN..

so then hes walkin back... calls corleon... corleon face is shocked tells us that our car got broken into. we blown, got right out the club.. see maurice and his car.. passenger seat window is shattered, radio gone.. my purse is definetly gone so is jens... FUCK. FUCK FUCK. What was in there? My wallet (bank card, store credit cards, some money .. very few, pictures, identification), house keys, lanyard for gap and st, johns, prom picture keychains, makeup, sunglasses, new digital camera, two phone chargers, one flip phone, ipod adapter, ipod speakers, IPOD stolen even though it was out my purse, shit fuckin everythin in my purse was my life. i couldnt tell you how blown i was..fuck that i cancelled my card right away. we filed a police report. went back to the scene.. glass was everywhere.. place was sketchy as shit. fuckin dc.. im never goin clubbin back there EVER again.. stickin to baltimore. this was a lesson learned. my dad is pissed at me.

oh no .. and it doesnt stop there... we so blown so we decide we wanna smoke somethin... we smoke some blacks and jacks. on the way there.. maurice is speedin and then the damn ccamera flashses so there goes a ticket for him... after that we go to a party... and smoke some jay's finally... come back to find kim's whole left side of her car is FUCKED.. paint all scratched off.. smh so we tried to make the best of it and party.. left at 5 am.


what a fucking NIGHT.

UGH.