I am pouting. Because my wallet is lost. Missing in fact. It was last seen on Friday. I think. The last record of it being seen was on Friday. But it may have been seen on Saturday and I just forgot. I don't normally lose it, and it doesn't usually go missing. But apparently this is the week it decided to go AWOL. So I am pouting and waiting and hoping that it comes back. It was purple. And old. And needed to be replaced. But I still miss it. Come home, dear wallet, come home.
Friday, 3 April, 2009
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Find it yet?
Still not found? Bummer. Hope you've cancelled bank cards and such.
Maybe it will start to feel lonely soon and wander home where it is loved.
~K~
It has not been found yet. The apartment has been torn apart twice, and we have searched everywhere we can think of. I haven't cancelled stuff yet, but we've been monitoring everything. Probably this week I will have to bite the bullet and cancel stuff. And get new stuff. Pout. I'm sad.
Bother. That's obnoxious.
~K~
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