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feeling: *shrug*
listening to: Utena Musical - Bara no Hanayome
...where the flap did my comments go?? >o< *checks* Oh joy, it appears my comments hosting service is currently down. Grrr. *flexes claws*
I wish I had something worthwhile to blog about, but I don't. Other than the fact that 20/20 hindsight sucks. You know, the more I think about it, the more I realize I could've run off that jerk that broke in here just by yelling at him. He obviously wasn't looking for a fight, just money... since it took a while for him to become satisfied that no one was here. If I weren't such a wuss I could've scared him off before he'd gotten through the basement and he wouldn't have made off with mom's stuff. Valuable though it was not... I could've saved that stuff before he had a chance to touch it. I'm gonna be slapping myself every time I see the empty space left on mom's dresser from now on. >< *sticks head in oven*
I gotta stop thinking about that. It's over and the stuff is gone. As I said... 20/20 hindsight really sucks. So does being a muscle-less, weaponless, flabby wuss.
God, I can not even IMAGINE ever living on my own. ;P
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 7/08/2002 01:31:00 AM
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