I tried to be cheerful, but.

To the boy who stole my phone (and my holiday spirit along with it):

Fuck you, and your mother and the horse you rode in on.
Fuck your ignorance.
Fuck your disrespect.
May you never get laid.
No wonder nobody loves you.

No wonder you'll never get out of the status you're in.
You're too stupid to realize you cant sell a phone that's seriously cracked, and has been reported stolen.
You're too stupid for self-respect.
You're too stupid for conduct.
You're too stupid for restraint.
I promise you Obama never stole a cell phone.
Hell, I promise you McCain or Hilary or Bush never stole a cell phone.
I promise you you'll get yours.

There's a fist with your name on it.

I'll get you my pretty.
And you little dog too.

There's blood rushing through my fingertips.......
When I chased him I wanted to catch up to get just close enough to shove the heel of my black leather stilletto right thru his achilles. I wanted to feel one of his bones crack.

Surprising the feelings you feel with the aid of anger
.
I'm not so upset to lose the phone.
Faith is a precious thing, and I'm losing more of it all the time.

That's all I remember.

I need your numbers folks.