He took my pocket book.

I am like a therapist, who doesn't get paid a load of money {if i'm seen taking the green, then i'm shaving off my moustache.} per hour. If I were getting paid for the amount of people that I have tried to help with problems in the last few days, I would be a very rich girl, with many servants, and a giant house in the south of France right now. It's not like I mind helping my friends with their problems, really I do want to help them and I want everything to be okay for everyone, but it just feels stressful sometimes, because I feel like what I say is really going to matter to them, when it won't neccessarily at all. I am happy to help.
I hung out with Ains and Coco tonight. It was tres fun. We went to the cafe for a bit, but no one was there, and Ains wanted to sort of duck a certain person who might be there at some point. Luckily, for everyone's mental health, we did not run into this person.
I ordered a cinnamon bunn, and a coffee, and the blonde bitch behind the counter overcharged me three dollars. Coco made me go back up and tell her, but I am so afraid of any sort of confrontation. I am so glad I am a coward. It really works out well. Anyway, when I did tell her she was really nice about it and she gave me the money she owed me back, so everything is fabulous.
We got bored, and the movie wasn't starting for another hour and a half, so we went for a drive and ended up somehow at the dollar store in Bible Hill. Coco bought popsicle sticks (don't ask, it's Coco) and Ains bought hairclips. I do not like spending money AT ALL (lie), so I didn't make any purchases.
While we were watching the movie and eating our sick, excessively buttery popcorn, I realised that I wish I had a sweet 'stache. I mean, how fucking awesome would I look with a sweet 'stache? Properly groomed, of course. Coco and I are going to buy some fake fur or something and stick them on and wear them. It will be absolutely smashing. We started giggling like...things that giggle a lot...during the movie because we pictured eachother with sweet 'staches. We are mature. Ohmigosh I am going to miss that little newfie next year. I can't think about that or I will cry. She is my friend, and my best. We don't hang out near as much as we used to and I hate that. I have to change that, because I think it's my fault. I am such a bitch.
Devin Devin BoBevin Banana Fanna FoFevin, Me Mi Mo Mevin, Devin! I am so happy that I did not see him at all today, and I won't see him at all this weekend until Monday, in double english, love!
I love Mrs. Faulkner.
We are eloping.