People Irk Me

I miss the days when hundred thousands of pixel (VP) money disappeared from my pixel back account was my biggest problem. When losing a fake auction of pixels (VHR) was the saddest thing of my day. When hearing "You have one new message" was amazing.<br><br>Oh yeah. That was yesterday.<br><br>Today? I'm late to the busstop; okay, fine, whatever. I'm annoyed by people asking for my friends' personal contact information; no, I'm not giving it to you. I'm told various rumors about my dearest friends; uh-huh, I totally believe that, especially from you, you lying, contradicting brat. And then, when I'm just wanting to get home? My phone is stolen.<br><br>Now I know that waaay back in 1900, say, a girl wouldn't be walking around with a fancyshmancy cellphone in her pocket. So having it stolen wouldn't be a big deal - because they didn't exist. (You thought I was going crazy, didn't you?)<br><br>But my phone has all sorts of information on it that I'm too stupid to write down -- my waaay personal information, my friends' waaay personal information (and phone numbers, which I refuse to write down?), and other things that may not really be, but I find, crucial to some wellbeing.<br><br>I'm all upset and ticked off and everything, and decide I'll be sly - call the phone number with another phone to see who picks up. I get a crunching sound. So I called ATT and they've suspended the phone so it doesn't work, but I'm still in a froth.<br><br>Ugh. People irk me.<br><br>Plus now I can't go to see Jay so I'm stuck very mad and upset with myself and everyone else.<br><br>...I'm sorry. I should just shut up now.<br><br>-scx