worst. valentine's day. ever.
contrary to what you might believe, my horrible valentine's day had absolutely nothing to do with romance or lack thereof whatsoever. Unless you count breaking-and-entering as an expression of some stranger's undying love for me/my valuable posessions. That's right. Reading between the lines? let's hope so. in layman's terms, some asswipe-cunt jacked my shit. from my apartment, while i was in class, no less. (P.S. Kira and I have decided to form a band called the Asswipe-Cunts. I feel it has a good ring to it.) Anyway, on the list of casaulties was (in no particular order of importance)
1. my computer
2. my small CD wallet containing, coincidentally, my FAVORITE cds
3. my backpack
4. nicole's 1st season of Arrested Development DVDs
5. my copy of The Big Lebowski on DVD, which happened to be in my computer
6. my CD walkman
the dickweed didn't even have the common decency to steal my very excellent Bose speakers. If they for some reason listen to my music, they will be compromising the sound quality by using the computer's speakers. and that is just a travesty. i am insulted. those speakers are way higher quality than the computer itself. fuckers. I hope the computer, which I have abused pretty heavily in the past 3 years, and which was SUCH a piece to begin with, explodes the minute someone tries to turn it on/take it apart for scrap parts. or something else equally as violent/messy.
on the plus side, I feel strangely calm about this whole incident. shit happens. you deal with it. police have been called, locks will be changed, and life will go on.
adios.
1. my computer
2. my small CD wallet containing, coincidentally, my FAVORITE cds
3. my backpack
4. nicole's 1st season of Arrested Development DVDs
5. my copy of The Big Lebowski on DVD, which happened to be in my computer
6. my CD walkman
the dickweed didn't even have the common decency to steal my very excellent Bose speakers. If they for some reason listen to my music, they will be compromising the sound quality by using the computer's speakers. and that is just a travesty. i am insulted. those speakers are way higher quality than the computer itself. fuckers. I hope the computer, which I have abused pretty heavily in the past 3 years, and which was SUCH a piece to begin with, explodes the minute someone tries to turn it on/take it apart for scrap parts. or something else equally as violent/messy.
on the plus side, I feel strangely calm about this whole incident. shit happens. you deal with it. police have been called, locks will be changed, and life will go on.
adios.