Had my sister and the kids over, but Iwanted to go on a bike ride with Maritza cause I was feeling super frustrated this day. Maybe it's just because I'm already used to living by myself that I wasn't used to the every day mess that people leave behind unknowingly. I felt like I was picking up after everyone all day, I wasn't used to seeing so much mess at my house, and I kept having to cook, aaand clean up after everything and everyone I was hella annoyed. So when I was trying to get ready to go and I couldn't find my perfume; everyone was a suspect. I think Andrea and I learned two very important lessons that day: don't accuse people without proper knowledge, and don't ever steal because you'll always be stuck with that reputation. Andrea used to have a habit of taking my things when she was younger and I felt guilty because I think that I somewhat influenced her to think that stealing was cool or okay in certain situations. In all reality stealing is never okay, not when you want a belt from K-Mart or nail polish from Walmart, and definitely not from people you know. I think I made her think stealing was okay in general and in reality I've never stolen from anyone I knew personally and I just thought (for a very brief/broke period in my life) it was okay as long as it was a big corporation who wouldn't really be affected by it, or because there was no actual face to be stealing from. She started stealing body sprays and lotions from her grandma and my mom. So when she came to my house and my perfume went missing you have to admit that I wasn't all wrong in assuming she was my primary suspect. I felt bad because in anger I lashed out at everyone and went out on a bike ride to calm down. It's crazy how nature can calm your soul and heal any hurt anyone inflicts on you. I came back and we all had spaghetti, Maritza included. It wasn't as good as my spaghetti normally is because my sister killed it but it's okay I forgive her. Ultimately I found the Marc Jacob's Daisy rollerball perfume in my favorite member's only jacket; I had a hole on the inside pocket of the jacket and it had slipped inside of the jacket itself. I had already bought another one so I let Andrea have one as a token of my sorrow for being so quick to accuse her, and to thank her for being so forgiving of me being such an asshole.