today my iPhone was stolen right from under my nose while i was working at the coffee shop. blech, it makes me ill. i’m sad, angry, feeling wounded and missing it already. i haven’t told Facebook yet, I’m dreading having to deal with all new numbers and information and i kind of like knowing that i can control it a bit. sort of a fresh start. and then i forget my fucking iPhone was stolen and i kind of like this moment right here.