Can I just be a bitch and start beefing about my missing pen? That is the pen I bought from my girlfriend on the eve of our econs paper, upon realising that I would not have a pen to write with for the paper. One thing that leaves me pretty much dazzled is how it was on my table all along and today, it suddenly disappeared when I needed it to make a list of all the chick flicks I've watched this year so that my sister can go rent one which we have not seen. I am stark-raving mad. Just how is it possible that a pen can disappear into thin air? I know it is just a freaking pen which costs barely 2 dollars. But if you've read the previous entry, you would be well aware that I am FLAT OUT BROKE. Even 50 cents could save my life. Of course I won't be needing a pen till much later but I can't live without a black pen. As melodramatic it may seem, my stationery holds a great deal of sentimental value to me. Just like how some people can't live without sex, food, lovers or God, I can't live without my effing black pen. It's not like I've lost a penis which may then be understandable if I were to break into fits. But it's still my black pen, dammit.