Chuck

It had a lovely golden (or rather, previously golden; it had become mostly silver over the (almost) decade I'd had and constantly worn it) chain and a custom made line of colored glass arranged to look like a rainbow for its dangly bit. It was a cheap thing, only something like twenty dollars; I still loved it more than any single piece of "fancy", "real" jewelry my grandmother had ever (and has ever) shown me.

I wore it all the time, and took it off to cosplay with a friend for a few hours. Like an idiot, I stuffed it in my back pocket. I've since checked everywhere, and am ninety-nine point nine percent positive it's not going to be found. It's too small of a thing to put lost posters up for, and even if I did the odds that someone would have picked it up are slim to none (we weren't exactly in the "best" of areas).

I'm well aware of the fact that the necklace isn't something "important", like money or an irreplaceable photo of a loved one or a credit card, but damn if it wasn't important to me. I've had it for so many years, and have worn it almost constantly since I started highschool. And I do mean almost constantly. I wore it under the costumes of plays, and in my suit during swimming competition.s For gods sake, I showered in the thing. I even DREW myself in it when I made comics to spoof the random things my friends and I did or wrote them notes.

The point here being, the necklace was (as corny and as melodramatic as it sounds) a part of my identity. It was the only piece of jewelry that I wore, and the only item of clothing that I gave half a care about (I'm not "huge" on fashion).

My question, in gist, is: how do I get over this spectacularly insignificant item of dress, regardless of how close I may have held it to myself?

If the cop doesn't believe there is actual abuse even if there are multiple character and abuse witnesses, include a 9-year-old child and an almost legal sister (who herself has experienced abuse from the same family member). The girl fought back (shoved her abuser) because she was terrified. The girl has a place to stay, if that matters.

Also, the officer said, "You just have to go home and face your fears." Is that how things are supposed to work?

Yeah, Gaiaonline just totally stopped working for me. All of a sudden, too.

I've tried it on two computers, and both won't load the page. I've tried it with both Firefox and IE, but niether work. It doesn't even go to an error page, just refuses to load.

Is this happening to anyone else? Or is it just me?

Help, please?

I'm a type 1 Diabetic, and as I was loading the cartridge for my Insulin pump, the line fell off and the clear fruity smelling liquid known as Insulin spilled all over my bed.

So I was wondering does Insulin, in this case Novalog, stain fabrics such as T-Shirts, sleeping bags, and sheets?

I mean FROM my PHONE TO my COMPUTER. Please? Can someone help me. I have Metro-PCS not a Smartphone -if I had one of those I wouldn't be in this situation-. I also have blue tooth, if that helps.