The fucken bastard son of a bitch who stole my Ipod, charger and my cell charger will burn in hell for eternity.
Now how am i going to survive all the long MRT rides? All 700 over songs in there - gone. I felt as though my veins were going to burst and almost killed myself right at the scene of crime. Kenny (er. I christened it with my childhood moniker.) was my only friend in this sad, mad world. He was my personal k-box, my lullaby and my confidant. When my ears itched of some Rufus, a little Leann and Scissor Sister's Return To Oz today, I could almost feel them bleed of hunger. And it is only 1 day. How can anyone be so evil and selfish?
I wonder where kenny is now. BURN IN HELL YOU ARSEHOLE.
4.23.2005
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