Awesome (Clean Moar Crai Less)

Waaay back in, like, March, I was sleep-deprived and hating life from work overload. And some douchenozzle stole my makeup bag. (It was about the size of a big wallet and had mostly non-makeup things inside, like highlighters.)

It also had my USB key inside. Aaaannnd my I-Pod. Fucking thief douchenozzle asshole.

Or. Or. Or so I thought.

I was cleaning my closet for the first time since March (I judge you right back) the better to get rid of things. Since. School is coming and I will have even less of a life than I do now. D:

But. Yeah.

Hello, I-POD. wb, bb sugar, mommy missed you. <3

It was in a box inside a box inside a bin, laying facedown underneath some random Harry Potter crap and a Mew foily Pokemon card. Behold, my precise and utterly logical organizational system.

I need to buy a new charge-synch-cord-thing, because OF COURSE I donated that to Goodwill recently because blah blah I'm not typing it again scroll up. XD

The moral of this story?

Don't ever put your I-Pod in your makeup bag. For serious.