Nov 26, 2008 03:12
Lost my baby, getting a divorce, had my house be fucking robbed??? What the fucking fuck!? Am I gonna find out I have cancer tomorrow and get hit by a truck on Thanksgiving? SERIOUSLY. I've had quite enough, thank you. Whatever you are trying to teach me right now, Universe, save it for later cause I can't take any more of this shit. On a more thankful note I WAS extremely lucky, they really didn't take much of anything, and took nothing of any significant monetary value. Stupid assholes stole all my costume jewelry that was worth jack squat, and managed to miss my diamond engagement ring. They didn't get their hands on shit to steal my identity or anything, or not that I've noticed, anyway, and my indoor cat that managed to escape the madness didn't go far. They sure did make a serious damn mess, though, and the cop made even more of one with his fingerprinting bullshit. Now I don't feel safe alone in my own home, and can't fucking bring myself to go to sleep. Awesome. I feel so creeped out and violated. They went through my underwear drawer and even the one where I keep all my sex toys and shit. I wonder what the likelihood is of me being able to get an alarm installed TOMORROW so I don't end up turning into a fucking zombie.
Worst part is, I knew it was going to happen. Yesterday when I made the decision to leave the windows open while I was gone at work to air out the smell of the new hardwood floors I said to myself that I was probably going to get robbed. I've left my windows open a MILLION times for my cats and I've never had that thought before. However, I decided my hunch needed no attention since after what I've been through in the last few months surely that just couldn't happen to me right now. My mistake.