Here’s the story of my holiday. Burlington’s fireworks go off on the 3rd, so the city across the lake, Plattsburgh, can do theirs on the 4th. Last night, I fought my way down to the Waterfront, armed with 8 oz of Vodka. I bought myself some ginger ale, met my friend Emily. She proceeded to find a way into one of the tallest buildings in town, Union Station. We then Nancy Drewed our way to the roof. Now you must understand that the boat they set the fireworks off from was DIRECTLY in front of us. And we were up high. So I had the best fireworks experiance of my life. It was awesome. And the vodka made Emily and I a bit jolly, so we decided to go swimming. I had a suit, she went skinny dipping. All in all, it was a fantastic 4th. I decided I was too tired to out, so we went to our respective homes.
As I got out of my car, I had my wet bathing suit, a towel, shoes, a book. I decided to leave my purse in my car. And when I went out to my car this morning, my back door had been picked, and my purse was GONE. $250 in cash. (I’m a waitress) My IDs, so I can’t even go drink my troubles away. My She-Ra Princess of Power cigarette case/lighter. ALL OF MY LIPSTICKS. My credit card, which I canceled. I reported it the cops, and they said there were a whole slew of robberies last night.
GODAMMIT. My fourth of July is RUINED. I am angry, and frusterated. Somehow, it all reflects on this country. This is how some ASSHOLE chooses to celebrate. I’m pretty sure this is the same gene pool that produces those people who riot when their sports team WINS. And they can keep the money. Fine. I left my purse in my car, that was stupid. But I want my cigarette case back. It was unbelieveably cool. And my lipsticks. It took YEARS to build up the collection of colors that look acceptable on my pasty skin. FUCKING GOAT FELCHING ASSHOLES.
I feel a little better. Now, if it would only cool off, I might feel a little less like attacking someone.
