Wonderful luck...fuckitty fuck
So, last night. Someone broke into my apartment.
I won't be online for quite a while.
The following is gone:
-The face to my car stereo
-my laptop
-my desktop computer
-Joe's Ibanez Acoustic
-St. Antoine's Epiphone Acoustic
-the fucking COLLARD GREENS that were in our cabinet (they were bought as a joke)
I hate to throw a stereotype, but draw your own conclusion on the pillager's cultural orientation.
Now, let's add up how much the motherfucker cashed in....
The face to my stereo (which deems my stereo useless)-- $400
My laptop (that I just bought) ------------------------ $898
My Dell Dimension 2350 -------------------------------- $600
Joe's Ibanez ------------------------------------------ $700
St. Antoine's Epiphone ------------------------------- ~$350
The Collard Greens ------------------------------------ $3
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$2951
Mother-fucking-fucker.
We pretty much have nothing on the person(s) that did this... however, I have to assume that they either
(a)Live in this complex, more specifically, this building
(b)They are someone who knows us
The people knew exactly what they wanted and where to look, because everything they took (aside from the laptop) was in my bedroom.
Here's what happened... last night we were all fucked up and went to the restaurant around 2:30ish. When we got back, the door was wide opened, but I thought nothing of it, because Joe and Ashley had gone to bed, and I figured that maybe they woke up and grabbed something to eat, and didn't close it all the way.
I was with a bunch of people so I didn't even think to sit down and use my computer... hell, I was too incoherent to type anyways....
This morning, when I woke up I went to check my email and couldn't find my laptop... while looking for the laptop, I noticed my desktop was gone... I flipped.
THEN I noticed the guitars were gone, followed by noticing that my stereo face was missing.
Holy shit I called the cops... who can't do a damn thing, and what's better? We don't have renters insurance -- It's fucking east canton for christ's sake.
So now I'm SOL because ALL my 8000 songs are gone, and half of my research paper was on my laptop... not to mention a billion other things of actual sentimental value in terms of songs, poems, photos, and other things I'll miss dearly.
My luck is such shit.
I need to have a telethon to get some funds accumulated. Operators are standing by.
I won't be online for quite a while.
The following is gone:
-The face to my car stereo
-my laptop
-my desktop computer
-Joe's Ibanez Acoustic
-St. Antoine's Epiphone Acoustic
-the fucking COLLARD GREENS that were in our cabinet (they were bought as a joke)
I hate to throw a stereotype, but draw your own conclusion on the pillager's cultural orientation.
Now, let's add up how much the motherfucker cashed in....
The face to my stereo (which deems my stereo useless)-- $400
My laptop (that I just bought) ------------------------ $898
My Dell Dimension 2350 -------------------------------- $600
Joe's Ibanez ------------------------------------------ $700
St. Antoine's Epiphone ------------------------------- ~$350
The Collard Greens ------------------------------------ $3
________________________________________________________________
$2951
Mother-fucking-fucker.
We pretty much have nothing on the person(s) that did this... however, I have to assume that they either
(a)Live in this complex, more specifically, this building
(b)They are someone who knows us
The people knew exactly what they wanted and where to look, because everything they took (aside from the laptop) was in my bedroom.
Here's what happened... last night we were all fucked up and went to the restaurant around 2:30ish. When we got back, the door was wide opened, but I thought nothing of it, because Joe and Ashley had gone to bed, and I figured that maybe they woke up and grabbed something to eat, and didn't close it all the way.
I was with a bunch of people so I didn't even think to sit down and use my computer... hell, I was too incoherent to type anyways....
This morning, when I woke up I went to check my email and couldn't find my laptop... while looking for the laptop, I noticed my desktop was gone... I flipped.
THEN I noticed the guitars were gone, followed by noticing that my stereo face was missing.
Holy shit I called the cops... who can't do a damn thing, and what's better? We don't have renters insurance -- It's fucking east canton for christ's sake.
So now I'm SOL because ALL my 8000 songs are gone, and half of my research paper was on my laptop... not to mention a billion other things of actual sentimental value in terms of songs, poems, photos, and other things I'll miss dearly.
My luck is such shit.
I need to have a telethon to get some funds accumulated. Operators are standing by.