dear i had to stop that diary,
cleaning out my drawer was fun last night. finding all the things i've lost and accused others of stealing always has the potential to knock me down a few notches anyway- at least for a few minutes- which it did. i found everything i wasn't looking for and really nothing that i was, yet at the same time- i found it all. i know where all my good tweezers are now, all my fingernail tools, my dental piks, my facial tools, my mascara, my diamond earrings, my lids to my glass bottles, all THREE of my barrettes (omg at once even) and i even found a receipt to a shirt purchased in vegas on july 29, 2009 at the harley davidson dealer. i had a flashback too when i found it. we had just eaten the BEST mexican food ever- it was so frickin hot outside and i made the unibomber go in and buy a shirt and the boys and i sat out in the parking lot because we didn't want to go in. i hate motorcycles and i was too full. i believe i called the hero while the unibomber was inside picking out his shirt. i believe he was working at PPG industries answering the phone. i believe we talked until the unibomber got his right leg into the car and then i believe we hung up. but i believe he called back later.