Miserable piece of day

I was going to write a fun ditty about how I need to buy a new windbreaker cause I still wear the one I had in college with my sorority letters on it and I feel dumb.

BUT INSTEAD I AM GOING TO TELL YOU HOW I HAVE THIS INSATIABLE DESIRE TO BURN (OR RIP TO SHREDS) THE PIECE OF CRAP WINDBREAKER I JUST TOLD YOU ABOUT BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE NICE FRONT POCKET HAS A HOLE…WHERE I MUST HAVE LOST MY BUS PASS ($55) THIS MORNING AND I JUST SO NICELY FOUND OUT THAT MY GLASSES ARE MISSING AS WELL!

BOTH ITEMS LAST SEEN IN MY FRONT POUCH POCKET.

And how do I know this NOW? Well because walking home I heard my cell phone drop on the sidewalk.

God damn it. I just lost $255. And now need to replace the items. This crap ass windbreaker from 10 years ago just cost me over $500.

Not including the cost of a new windbreaker. But forget that. Burn sucker burn. Anger abounds.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRgh