Bittersweet weekend.
Oh, how I love Saturday kickball doubleheaders. It's amazing how I seemed to have lived throughout 25 years of life without recognizing and appreciating the sport of kickball (and all the free alcohol that comes with it one Saturday a month)! My day was spent eating, drinking, and playing with some truly awesome people, hottiegyrrl definitely included. Livvy, I want to see the pics that were taken yesterday!
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, though. And oh, how the good times ended at some point between midnight and 5:30 in the mornin'. The minute that I walked up to my car and saw my glove box open, I knew it was all downhill.
Fuckers.
Fuckers that steal other people's shit.
It's not even the 150 cds that I had stolen (which, coincidentally, I had just put in my car in case the need for good music came into play the day before) that angers me so much. It's the fact that my auto registration, insurance cards, school registration, etc, were all taken as well. As a matter of fact, there were plenty of items left in my car that were of moderate value, which leads me to believe that this was simply a case of identity theft. And. AND. Stupid David left a check book in his car that was taken as well, conveniently enough.
I called equifax and had a fraud alert placed on my credit early this morning, but unfortunately I can't cancel my account at the bank until roughly 1:00 tomorrow afternoon, as summer classes start tomorrow, and to miss class would mean being automatically dropped. I'm not too terribly worried, as I've moved all of my funds from my checking account to my savings account, but still. What a fucking bitch. Now I have to open a new checking account. I gotta watch my credit closely for at least the next year. I HAVE TO FUCKING GO TO THE DMV.
This is the fifth time I've had an automobile broken into, so you think I'd be used to it. But...no. The feeling of....violation, it never lessens. And I can't stand that feeling. Loathe it, even. I'd rather be homo-bashed than have something stolen from me.
Yet it seems to happen so often.
Don't know what I did to piss Karma off this year.
Update:
Not only did they break into my car; they stole my mail, too.
This should be fun.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, though. And oh, how the good times ended at some point between midnight and 5:30 in the mornin'. The minute that I walked up to my car and saw my glove box open, I knew it was all downhill.
Fuckers.
Fuckers that steal other people's shit.
It's not even the 150 cds that I had stolen (which, coincidentally, I had just put in my car in case the need for good music came into play the day before) that angers me so much. It's the fact that my auto registration, insurance cards, school registration, etc, were all taken as well. As a matter of fact, there were plenty of items left in my car that were of moderate value, which leads me to believe that this was simply a case of identity theft. And. AND. Stupid David left a check book in his car that was taken as well, conveniently enough.
I called equifax and had a fraud alert placed on my credit early this morning, but unfortunately I can't cancel my account at the bank until roughly 1:00 tomorrow afternoon, as summer classes start tomorrow, and to miss class would mean being automatically dropped. I'm not too terribly worried, as I've moved all of my funds from my checking account to my savings account, but still. What a fucking bitch. Now I have to open a new checking account. I gotta watch my credit closely for at least the next year. I HAVE TO FUCKING GO TO THE DMV.
This is the fifth time I've had an automobile broken into, so you think I'd be used to it. But...no. The feeling of....violation, it never lessens. And I can't stand that feeling. Loathe it, even. I'd rather be homo-bashed than have something stolen from me.
Yet it seems to happen so often.
Don't know what I did to piss Karma off this year.
Update:
Not only did they break into my car; they stole my mail, too.
This should be fun.