This weekend my mom dragged me from store to store running the most ridiculous errands. The whole day long I only stole one thing. A package of 8 Mr. Sketch markers. I really wanted to steal some glow bracelets too, but my mom was already in the check out line and there was really no stealthy way to go examine the glowy goodness.
There would definitely have been much more stolen if it hadn't been for my mom cramping my style, and for the numerous coupons that made things so cheap, they were practically being stolen anyway.
Now that my mom is gone, and the craziness of the end of the semester is beginning to settle in, there is a good chance that I will have much more to write about later this week. I found out recently that the number of items stolen is correlated to the level of stress in my life.
text a few weeks ago to my friend LP: "My week has been so stressful, I've stolen like five things so far."
ttyl folks
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