I am about ready to take a shotgun to every goddamn squirrel in Washington Park.
I am also going to take every hoodie I own and burn them.
Today I took my sister to the park, and after watching her on the playground for a bit, I decided to go do some ninja training in the nearby grove of trees. Before I started, I took my high school class ring, which I have worn with pride since I got it my junior year, off my finger and put it in my hoodie pocket. About 30 minutes later my sister came to find me and told me she wanted to go home. I went to get my bike, and as I did I reached into my hoodie pocket for my ring. Well, I had been jumping and flipping around the park for the past half hour, and what happens to a small object inside the pocket of one's hoodie when one moves around too much?
I went back to look for it, but I had to stop five minutes into my search because my goddamn brat of a sister would not shut up. I had to take her home and then come back, which pissed me off even more because even though she had brought her scooter with her, she refused to ride it and instead walked while dragging it behind her, which slowed us down even more. I spent an hour searching among fallen leaves and piles of snow for it, to no avail. I am now quite sure that some squirrel stole it and is using it for nesting material.
And if things werent bad enough, this is the third time I've lost something valuable after storing it in a hoodie pocket. The first two times it was my mp3 player.
The only thing I have going for me is my warranty with Jostens, the company that manufactured the ring. I can get it replaced for about $60, as opposed to the $300 it cost me for the original. It still wont be the same to me, but hopefully my friends wont know the difference.
@#$% my life.
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Happy New Year from WP's resident fortune-teller! May the cards be ever in your favor.