2002-06-28 / 3:01 p.m.

(been caught stealing...)

i am at this place that is sort of a combination work / shopping mall. Upstairs is where all the shopping is and I'm browsing through a Gap-like store. I pay for some purchases and they give me back wayyyy to much change and I realize how easy it would be to just walk out with the money.

So I do.

And go back to work.

20 minutes later somebody comes down and busts me.

And suddenly I'm sitting in one of those back security rooms feeling like Winona Ryder - but without the cute hair or high-priced lawyers - and it turns out I have shoplifited tons of stuff.

It seems as though I have a history of shoplifting the hell out of any store I walk into.

And I know I need to call GB to come bail my sorry ass out.

And I just know how much it's going to break his heart. That no matter how punk rock we think Winona is, it's still a sorry mess for someone like me to get into.

And then I wake up and I am extremely relieved.

last night ... tonight