I'm always very careful about my belongings, but today some ass wipe got the better of me, and slipped my bag (my equivalent of a purse) out from under my nose. Before I go giving some of my friends a heart attack though, you'll be glad to know I found it. I was VERY lucky though. Infact, so lucky, I'm quite baffled. Here's what happened:

My sister ~celeste84 and I went to the town library to meet a friend; we bought along her laptop so I could so some NaNoWriMo writing (for those wondering, I just passed the 23K words mark ), and the bag with my art gear (incase I got bored of writing). By leather bag, which I keep my wallet, decrepit ipod, lady things, phone and cheque book in was with me too. I set the laptop up on a desk, with these bags beside me; I'm always paranoid about theft so I was careful to put them where I thought I could always keep an eye on them. My leather bag was put near the back leg of the chair, right beside me. I had my ipod on while I typed, and I got rather into the story - so much so, I didn't notice anyone grab my fucking bag. We think they might have reached through the book shelves that were right behind me, because they only had tapes on them, and I'd noticed that a book on the opposite side had been knocked to the floor (after the ordeal). I'd noticed the bag was missing when my friend came to say good bye, and I took my headphones off and went to pack up. Lo and behold, my bag was gone. At first I thought I must have misplaced it -like I often do. But I hadn't moved my ass from that seat since I got to the library, and my sister wasn't at the same table as me, she was sitting on a couch somewhere. So anyways, I chucked a bit of a flip (silently) and after explaining to my sister my bag was stolen, I asked her to ring my mobile phone; it was in the bag, and if the bag was still in the library, it might give away where it was.

I never thought I'd be so happy to hear my ring tone! Sure enough, the bag was in the library. I found it several shelves back, sitting open. Some prick had been riffling through it; thankfully, they took nothing - my wallet was open, but I never leave cash in it, and my eftpos card was in my pocket. My ipod, too, had been with me (I had been listening to it). And the cheque book was only for rent, so the payments could only go to the real estate's account. I am still very angry, but at the same time, I hope they enjoyed picking through that pit. I had used tissues, rubber gloves (for first aid, before anyone asks), crumbs, a hello kitty Pez dispenser, my Naruto frog wallet (with like 80c in it) and old muesli bar (Still in the wrapper, but looking rather ratty), crap loads of random bits of paper, and other rubbish.

The thing that baffled me though, and I am thankful they did not steal it, was that they left my phone in there, as well another mp3 player - I can understand them looking over the mp3 player, it was black and looks like a thumb drive, but the phone stuck out like dogs balls. Admittedly, it's and old phone (something like 3 years old), but why would a thief leave it there? Did he or she suddenly grow a conscience? Perhaps they wanted to vomit at the sight of my pack? Either way, I have no idea. I just know that if I ever catch anyone stealing my stuff, they will regret ever laying their filthy hands on my stuff.