. woah, man.
Woah, so, my license plates were stolen a few months ago, a week or two before faire opened, I'm pretty sure (don't feel like checking). Kat and Louise were there; we were gonna drive to search for lightsabres. 'Course, those plans were ruined because the plates were taken from my vehicle, in the freakin driveway.
So, I reported it to the police, went and got new plates, and now months have passed, when a get a phone call from the police at noon, saying that they found one of the plates and that they wanted to talk to me about it (which sorta freaked me out a bit).
So, I call, and guess where they found that plate?
At Mark Dobson's apartment. My ex-boyfriend from three years ago; whom of which I haven't spoken to in a couple of years.
So, apparently, his roommate stole them from me, and of course they questioned Mark, because his roommate said that Mark told him to go there and steal the plates, and of course Mark denied it. But, of course, I have no idea who the roommate is and I have history with Mark, and there is no freakin way that could be coincidental. So the cops and I both know that Mark told him to do that, but there is no way to prove it.
And, apparently, the roommate is in a lot of trouble for something, and the police want to use this to see if he would cooperate with them for something, and that they can always charge him later for it. There's a detective and everything, and the way they were talking about it it sounded sorta huge. And that this roommate might be put away for a long time.
I didn't freak out about this too much at first; just amazement that Mark would pull something like this after all these years, (especially when it seemed we pretty much ended on good terms, except for the whole him getting punched in the face by someone I didn't even know who we both think was sent by Jessica.) But then Kathy is freaking out and mentions how the house had gotten egged last weekend and none of us had any idea who would do that (it coulda just been punk kids), and now they want to write up a statement or something.
I'm really curious as to why they still had the plates after all these months. And how exactly the police found them in the apartment. What exactly happened? And maybe they are just stupid. But they cost me my dizzy plates! Bastards.
Whatev. It's just CRAZY, and I'll be glad when it's over. And when Mark will finally leave me alone. For good. Aiy yi yi.