To the person that broke into my car for no good reason at hippy, flower, love loving Coachella...
And to the not so lovely sales associate at Sport Chalet that thought it would be fun to steal my iPhone aka the love of my life...
F U for ruining an amazing day with my friends because I was worried about how I was going to get my car fixed. And F U for taking all of my personal information and the pictures and music I treasure more than life.
You know, I'm one of those people that likes to see the good in everyone which sometimes translates into giving horrible people an excuse to be horrible, because they can't be horrible ALL the time, right? You would hope, but I'm starting to understand more and more that there are people out there that just aren't right in the head. I would like to add everyone in the Tea Party, Sarah Palin, and Donald Trump to the list. And Osama Bin Laden, but they already killed him, so we're good. I guess he can still be an honorary member of the shit head club.
If you're reading this, I hope you know that it's really easy to STAY OUT of the shit head club. Honestly...not that hard. I mean I can give you a play by play of how not to be a shit head, but chances are if I need to give you instructions on how NOT to be a shit head, you already are. And yeah, I guess you can reform your ways, but I'd rather not waste my time and energy on shit heads like you. Maybe you can all just move to an island together...you, Sarah Palin, the Tea Party, Osama Bin Laden's ghost, the girl that stole my iPhone and the person that broke into my brand new car. Oh, and the guy from Lincoln Park that tried to rape Antoine Dodson's sister. Because believe it or not, he hasn't been caught yet.
I would love to see what kind of crazy shit happens on your island, I'm just glad I'll be watching from a distance.
Best of luck, shit head.
