For the second time since I've been living at the shelter, someone has stolen something from me. This time it was my sleeping pills. I had placed the bottle on my mat before I took a shower. Once I returned, the bottle was missing. I'm not upset though. I stole the sleeping pills from Target and now someone stole them from me. Karma at its best.
And I should also note that before I took my shower, an older Caucasian male asked, "Are you working?" and I replied,"Not right now". While in the moment, I thought he was asking if I was currently employed but on second thought, I think he was asking if I was a prostitute. In fact, I'm now pretty sure that's what he meant. I could be wrong but my instincts are normally right. I guess I look like a ho on the stroll. Well, I'll take that over looking like a washed up, overweight, old and ugly hasbeen. I'm just saying.
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