Someone stole all my gas out of my car last night... I didn't think I'd make it to the gas station down the street.

I mean, really. (I mean, shit.)

Maybe they'll steal the present I got for my boyfriend, too. It should show up this afternoon. Not like I wanna give it to him now, anyway.

I think Santa Jesus is mad at me for making fun of the War on Christmas. Now he's getting back at me.

Thanks by the way for all the encouragement last night. You guys are the best.