wallets and mallets

The guy that stole my wallet on the first of January must have been holding the door, when god was handing out personalities. While all of my friends started the year with good intentions, there was one single guy, that had nothing better to do then stealing my wallet. No doubt that guy's life is so dull, that he can actually write his diary one week in advance. Perhaps he can even write his whole autobiography in advance. But then again nobody will be able to read it, while no other speaks retardese. Ok, I am angry, and there's probably nothing wrong with him that couldn't be cured with a little Prozac and a polo mallet. To all the others : have a prosperous and healthy 2007!