trinityvixen | ::CRIES::

ETA: MAYBE MOMMY CAN CALL AND GET REPLACEMENTS ISGHSADSAD!!@#^@$!!!!

The lady on the phone at the place said so. Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease...

I went home this weekend, as previously mentioned. I picked up my ticket for H.M.S Pinafore and the three tickets for The Mikado. At the time I grabbed them, I said, loudly, that I was putting them [WHERE GOD WHERE!?!] so I wouldn't lose them.

I CANNOT FIND THEM ANYWHERE.

Cue me hyperventilating, swearing over the phone to my mother, cursing my general stupidity. I have no idea where they are. I checked EVERY BAG I had with me while I was home. I checked pockets. I've checked places they have no rights being. THEY ARE NOWHERE.

I really want to cry. It's hot, I'm a fucking moron, I'm running around sweaty and gross and I might not get to see the shows that were my Christmas present FUCK.