So as if my day wasn't going shittily enough (how shitty?- I dug out my copy of The Downward Spiral to listen to while reading, dude, that is pretty shitty), someone attempted to steal my purse on my own goddamned street in broad daylight. Jesus Christ. I was wearing headphones and didn't hear him run up behind me, just felt a tugging at my bag, which at first I thought might be Drew coming to tell me I had forgotten something. I was just on my way to buy bread at When Pigs Fly. I realized it was decidedly not Drew when I saw that it was a youth, and he was trying to pull my bag off. Not the easiest feat when someone's bag is slung across their shoulders, and somehow I managed to keep my grip on my iPod and tugged my bag back yelling "fuck you! What are you doing?!". He ran away. The struggling with my bag had knocked my headphones off my head and knocked my glasses off my face, so I got no look at him beyond that he was wearing a black shirt and was probably a teen. But he didn't get any of my stuff, and I'm ok, it could have ended worse. Now I'm just mad that a) I didn't get a good look, b) I didn't get to punch him in the face or kick him in the nads, and c) I did not yell "fuck you, I know kung-fu," which would have been a better yell.

So yeah. Today is beyond fired.