SkinnySlim22

Might as well get that stupid "I was robbed" entry off of my front page. I'm still angry about losing that money and always will be. But hey, I have a new wallet. Que sera, sera. I did apologize to the theatre staff; they did not deserve the abrasive, nasty treatment they got from me.

What's done is done, right?

I've garnered quite a bit of praise from my Joker/Mary Sue spoof fic...50-something reviews in a week. www.fanfiction.net/s/4455488/1… I know it's because I posted it in a popular section, but still, all that praise means a lot to me.

Now if I could just figure out why people want the Ledger Joker's babies...I don't even want that guy's mouth near my face! I don't understand fangirls.

I've also recieved a request to co-mod a community for fanfic reccomendations. So...I'm a mod! I have power! I am a judge, a judge of quality! All are privy to my double-edged sword of...ah...justice of good...writing? Either way, I'm flattered.

And I'm heading back to school shortly. But isn't everyone?

So...I went to the movies today. The Dark Knight. I had fun. It was great. Fan-fucking-tastic.

A-and...I got up, and my wallet was gone. Just gone. Vanished. Kaput. Ping. 120+ dollars, two credit cards, my license, a gift card...vanished. Completely. I searched the theater, enlisted the ushers...everyone...for an hour...nothing.

I'm both ashamed of and amused by my behavior there. I snapped. My temper...my bad side, the guy who wants to smash kneecaps and then some for the sake of some wallet just sort of leapt out. Steven went into the theater, Big Bad Steve came out, ready to smack a bitch. Yes, I actually told the management that I'd gladly inflict bodily harm on whoever swiped it. Then I told them that they should "throw the fucker in jail", that was "after I finish with him".

They were real sports about it- it was all "Sir, we're doing all we can do" and "I understand what you're going through- you need to put this in perspective." I've never lost a thing of value in my life (the only rational words I got out), so I think perspective was out of the question.

(In a fit of- heh,- 'glorious' inspiration, I wondered if I should flip a coin to decide it: heads, I go home and pray to God, Buddha, and SpongeBob that somebody has enough moral decency to turn it in, tails, I stay here and keep searching...as if it'd show itself...that or the thief, because I think I meant it. Of course, I didn't have any coins to my name! They're gone!)

So, I'm a theft victim. Or something. I can't do anything about this. I've cancelled my cards, and I'm going to get my license replaced. The cash and the gift card worries me the most, but I've always had a strange mania about money: spending it, using it, losing it.

I've calmed down quite a bit, but I can't say that I wouldn't want Texas-style justice inflicted on whoever swiped it. And I think the fact that this violent side of me came out again (it hasn't been the first time) doesn't really help matters. I made a spectacle of myself, and I was convinced I was acting as the rational one there at the time! (This is where stuffing my anger all the time gets me.) I hate this.

I really, really need a drink. Or something. Sleeping pills? Or do I just lay down, pull the covers over my head and hope something good comes out of this? Choices, choices. I have no idea.

And the goddamn mood thing is broken as well. Great. Just peachy.

I'll be online, but forgive me if I'm abrasive in any way towards you guys. :-/

Stole this from AketA, and probably other people before that.

Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:

"Steve needs to find a squirrel hitman."

Preferably one who won't pelt acorns at my head when he's supposed to be tracking down my brother.

Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:

"Steve looks like he's in pain, but actually he's enjoying himself."

Masochism? I has it.

Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:

"Steve says goodbye to Forbes, hello to Newsweek."

And Hel-lo, Nurse!

Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:

"Steve wants to "tweak" me???"

I want to do what now???

Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:

"Steve does it again."

He played too much Sims, got lost in the game...

Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:

"steve hates myspace"

Yes. Yes I do.

Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search:

My Friend Steve Asks If I Believe in the Afterlife."

Steve himself does not...as of now.

Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:

"Steve goes as long as he can (that's what she said) to set new length record"

There are so many dirty ways I can interpet this...

Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search:

"Steve Likes to Curse"

Eh, de temps en temps.

Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search:

"Steve Eats Things That...really shouldn't be near your mouth... "

O_o I swear, Slim, there is nothing sexual in that sentence...

Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search:

"I hope Steve Wears the Vest Again!"

Which one?

Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search:

Steve was arrested because, in the course of doing a legitimate investigation, he uncovered information that will be extremely embarassing to the FBI

Those policemen, when they're alone in their cars, they...oh, do you want me to be re-arrested?

Am I a horrible person for laughing my ass off at this?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-Wd-Q…

In other news, I've suddenly lost all interest in fanfiction. Original fic looks appetizing though.

Oh, and kudos to Obama. I feel bad for Hilary, though.

www.fanfiction.net/s/4300270/1…

Hopefully, this nervousness that I feel is due to my own underconfidence rather than a literal horde of angry fangirls who are viewing this and seething with rage while laughing at my stupidity. Hopefully.

I mean, I'm cool, right? I do like Mudkips.