I'm sad. Tonight, I was having a really great time with my friends at a bar in West Hollywood, but at the end of the night, as we were gathering a group to head to IHOP, I looked down to see that my purse was completely zipped open, and my large wallet completely taken out. I never put the purse down. It never left my hand. It wasn't the kind of purse or wallet that could fall out accidentally. My purse was unzipped, and a hand reached in and took everything I had. My ID, all my cards, my checkbook. It was deliberate. It wasn't even like I left it somewhere, and someone saw it and took it. It was TAKEN from me while I stood there clutching its handle. It was malicious. And I stood next to a girl whose wallet was also taken from her purse. I never put the purse down once. Not even once. In fact, someone offered to hold it for me while I took my jacket off, and I was all, "No, no, I've got it." I can't even IMAGINE when it happened. HOW it happened. I was literally in a CIRCLE of friends, a large group of tall gay men, all kind, all close with my friend. It someone were to reach into my purse, how could someone not have seen them do it? I guess there are professionals at that. Damn, they're good. See, if it turned out to be Matt Damon perfecting his skills for Ocean's 13 or something, I'd be okay with that, but at least say hello, Matt.

I cancelled whatever cards I could at that hour. I cried on the phone with the Bank of America people. I sat there wondering WHY I didn't get a new passport when I could because now I'm missing a picture ID, which will make getting a new license even more difficult. I sat there not understanding why a perfectly fun night had to end with me in tears...as though I haven't cried enough in one year.

I sat there wondering why I decided to wait until Sunday to do my grocery shopping. Here I am. A 26 year old woman wondering how the FUCK I'm going to buy food while I wait for my new cards. I'm wondering where I put my other checkbooks. I'm wondering why people do that. I work really hard and live paycheck to paycheck. Why would someone have to rob ME? Why me? I didn't do anything wrong. What is so wrong with a person that they had to go and STEAL from another person? No matter how upset I get that I don't have as much as other people in my life, I've never taken it out on another person who earned whatever they got.

I can't remember everything I had in there. I'm terrified knowing that my address, my work address, my number, my business cards were all in there. I think about the random girl who claimed to be a Real World fan and danced up against me (so inappropriately) and how she was probably who stole from me. I think about how stupid it is to ever go to a bar with your entire wallet. I think about how happy I was to file my social security card at home. I think about how my last BC ID is now gone. I wonder about what information was still on my receipts left in my wallet. I think about how lucky I am that my ipod, keys, and phone were not taken. I think about how disappointing the human race is. I think about how much fucking fun I was having, and how this night will be remembered for this pick-pocketing, and not how many laughs I had.

I think about how much I hate this person for being so pathetic and so weak. How of all the people to steal from - I'm not a good choice. I'm in debt for the first time in my life. How annoying my next week will be. How kind my friend Adam is for giving me the $50 in cash he took out of the ATM. I'm so upset. I'm so upset.

Can't I have just ONE week of feeling okay? Just one? I can't even go see The Ring 2 tomorrow like I planned. Fuck. Can't even go to the goddamn gym. Fuck. So not fair.