Put On Your Red Shoes and Dance the Blues
David Bowie is dead, and somebody broke into my house today.
That pretty much says it all.
(But it doesn't say nearly all. I stayed calm. I called people and talked and answered questions. Nothing of mine was stolen beyond my sense of security. My roommate lost that and a lot more, including her dead mother's jewelry.)
Fuck cancer.
Fuck housebreaking thieves.
Tomorrow had better be better.
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That pretty much says it all.
(But it doesn't say nearly all. I stayed calm. I called people and talked and answered questions. Nothing of mine was stolen beyond my sense of security. My roommate lost that and a lot more, including her dead mother's jewelry.)
Fuck cancer.
Fuck housebreaking thieves.
Tomorrow had better be better.
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