fuckityfuckfuckSERIOUSLY?

Some JERK stole my phone. Who steals stuff when you go to the library wtf. SERIOUSLY WTF. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

I rarely wish bad things on people, but I hope they walk into a wall. And maybe should trip on something and faceplant to the ground. THIS IS NOT ON, THIEF.

My phone. All of my contacts, all of my photos, gone. asdfgjkl; T^T

Okay, it's not that bad. I can get (most) of my phone numbers back. The photos I had on it weren't important, life-changing moments, but I used my phone to take "in progress" shots of my paintings and sketches, which I've now lost. Except there's sentimental value to the phone and the charm I had attached to it. I got them years ago in Thailand and they'd become a part of me, you know? It was "technically" a crappy phone, but I loved it.

There's also that slight feeling of violation. (As in the how dare you touch my shit? kind of feeling.) Despite me generally seeing the worst in humanity, I try to think of the best in it. So having this happen to me is like a real slap in the face. I don't know. Maybe this is an overreaction.

(I still want to punch the person responsible in the face.)

I've cancelled that sim card, retrieved the number and purchased a cheap new phone to use in the meanwhile. There were complications, ended up taking two hours to fucking do. Christ, this sucks.

Moral of the story: stealing is assholish, don't do it if you can avoid it. Also, no matter how much you want to get a book, don't go to the most bogan library in the area. JFC.