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Friday, June 25, 2010

:/ @ 10:54 PM

My last three posts have been about my iPod. I guess I'm going to have to resign to the fact that I'm not getting it back but I MISS IT SO MUCH. Every passing moment reminds me of how much I miss and need it. EVERY SECOND HURTS. I really hate the person who took it. The way I see it, they either have two choices: return it or suffer my fiery wrath. I swear to the god I don't believe in that if my iPod does not make its way back to me someone is going to pay. I hear being stabbed in the eyes with knitting needles is not a pleasant experience. God damn it.

It just makes me so upset. :|

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