I miss place stuff all the time. My camera goes back and forth between the dungeon and home in different bags all the time. Sometimes it gets left in one bag or another, or at the dungeon or home, and I don’t see it for a day or two and then I need it, and dig through the last couple purses I’ve used and Wala! There it is. Same goes for my ipod.

‘Cept this time, they didn’t show back up. Apparently they went on a bit of a vacation with a credit card that I didn’t even know was missing. A rather expensive vacation to a Head Shop on Haight street.

Credit card company is being rather nice, if not somewhat buricratic about removing the head shop charges. The same is not true for my ipod, my camera nor my sense of good will.

Some dirty hippy (to quote Cartmen) was in my house and is now on Haight street listing to Three O’Clock and Nellie McKay and taking pictures with my camera and smoking pot out of a $600 bong.

Fucker!

I need someone to wear patchouli while I beat them senseless and make them buy me electronics.