5:01am.. and then there was darkness.

"i've never known anyone to talk to their own criminal!" - chris

i had the most nuts faux birthday party tonight. 'cept for towards the end, when my purse was stolen, with my camera, phone, id, and debit card.

i have no money to replace any of this mind you. and the worst part is the memories. everything is gone.

i got back to chris' around 3.. and after dialing half of san diego.. got through to j, who is in miami for the superbowl.

i spent almost 2 hours harassing j.. then decided to give one more try to texting my hoodlum and seeing if he would sell me my stuff back.

i spent the next half hour negotiating with both the hoodlum, and 911 for the best way to make this go down. i felt like a terrorist negotiator for a minute..

then his (my phone died).

so, THANK YOU. THANK YOU you shady sorry excuse for a human.

at least now i have one more story of retardation under my belt.

5:03am

"seriously criminal, just go to a payhone and call back!!! what is so hard!??!" - chris