I’m a victim of cellphone theft. ;___;

It actually happened on Wednesday. After I was assaulted that morning by my mother’s boyfriend and fled the house without food, (yeah, I can’t believe this is my life either) I stopped to buy something to eat in the late afternoon and I left my phone either A. on the counter when I went to get a drink or B. in the public bathroom. I didn’t realize it was gone until Saturday; I thought I had just left it in another handbag.

Doesn’t matter really, because whoever picked it up has no intention of returning it. It’s a safe bet s/he is not the Good Samaritan type by the company s/he keeps. Because I called my own phone. And then I called everyone who my phone called in the past couple days that I definitely did not call. And each time I felt I would have had better luck if I were asking for crack or pilfered car parts.

Actually, the fact that someone has stolen my phone, been listening to my voice mail, and has used up nearly all of my minutes calling and texting people doesn’t bother me. I mean, the phone looks nice, but it wasn’t super-expensive and it barely has any features. No camera or mp3 ringtones for Thiefy McStickyFingers to enjoy (though I did spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to program in a “Rainbow” midi which I’m sure s/he won’t appreciate).

It sucks, but I can replace the phone, no biggy. But I can’t replace my red tartan phone strap from Ayu’s Countdown Live 2007-2008 10th Anniversary concert. And that hurts. Not only is it Ayu’s cutest phone strap to date, but it marks Ayu’s first concert celebrating 10 years in the music industry and her last concert before confessing she permanently lost all hearing in her left ear. I even got the plaid shopping bag to match. T-T