If you could read my mind and decipher the incoherency you probably wouldn’t be too surprised to find out just how much life truly hates me. About two weeks ago, my laptop and wallet got stolen while at school (just like my bike earlier) – how’s that for an early Christmas present? Of course every time something like this happens, the first thing people tell you to do is report it to the police. Why? What’s the point? Pretty much nothing. Maybe it’s a sign of how I’ve become almost accustomed to being robbed; it took all of 3 minutes to make my peace with the fact that I’ll never see that laptop or wallet again. It’s just one of those pointless things we’re always urged to do I guess, like shoveling snow or taxes.

As if losing the ibook a week after replacing the battery for 200$ (you’re welcome Mr. Thief) wasn’t enough, to replace the contents of the wallet I have to deal with my most hated of enemies: The Bureaucracy.

Two weeks later, I still haven’t received the replacement credit card promised me. Stupidly, even though they’ll send me a new credit card over the phone, to replace my debit card I had to go to the bank in person, which may not sound like a big deal but… Uh oh, I forgot that my bank is BMO – the shittiest bank ever. When they’re not charging me extra for breathing, the owners are probably too busy with cheap hookers and boxed wine, celebrating the money they’ve saved by removing all but seemingly two(!) ATM Machines in the whole damn city. Bitches.

Next to be replaced, well eventually, is the health card. Maybe not, maybe it’s easier to just not get sick. The health industry is a whole other form of paper shuffling and form filling, one I fear a lot more than cancer personally.

And now we move on to stress number 5 (or is it 6). One of the salves that helped soothe the loss of my beloved old laptop was the desktop iMac I had at home. So logically at least, it’s no big deal to lose your data when you’ve got a fresher copy someplace else, and it’s not so huge a deal to lose a Mac if you’ve still got one to use at home. Unless, of course… the hard-drive in the desktop decides that last night was a good night for suicide. So now, I’m completely and utterly fucked.

So yeah, now you don’t have to learn mind-reading.
Welcome to my incredibly shitty life.

Music: Micheal Jackson – Billy Jean (WTF?! Why is this the only song I can find on my brother’s computer…)

Billy Jean is not my lover!!