Oh good
I was coming home with Des in her car today (which has been fucking up) and when we pulled up, we saw that the driver's side window of my car had been smashed. My $200 car CD player was stolen. Also, all of Des and my CD's. This is great. The best part was that I just sat in Des's car and thought, "Yeah, well, of course. Because nothing really shitty has happened in like two days. So yes, of course my car is smashed and I can't afford to fix the window. We had a pretty extensive CD collection going too. That's over. At least the whole car didn't get stolen but the night is young! Motherfuckers. The only things the thief left were a CD I borrowed from Jim and a copy of Pete Yorn. Whoopee. At least I don't have to replace Jim's CD. So of course, since it was my car that got broken into and the planets have aligned against me, it started pouring rain as soon as we got home. So that's really good for my leather interior. I'm really happy about that. Des went and got a trash bag to put in my window to protect from the rain but we couldn't find the electrical tape so I sat in my car in pouring rain while she was gone and waited for the cops to come. About 30 minutes after Des got back, this very small round man with no neck came to write the report. He said that an investigator would contact us later.
There is this guy we met awhile ago when we were out looking for Luxie when she ran away a few months ago. He helped us look for her and he saw where we live. He keeps coming by our apartment to hang out and smoke pot and we keep sending him away because he is creepy. Also, he said his name was John Holmes. The last time he was here (Thursday), he got really pissed about being sent away so I'm wondering if maybe Big Dick McGee had something to do with it. I'm not sure. Also, maybe the drug addicts who used to live next to us? We had been missing some packages, like 4 or 5 in a row and I had heard about other neighbors missing packages too. Who knows. I have a lot of enemies.
I really hate that no matter how hard I work, everything I have always gets fucked up and destroyed. I hope this sounds whiney because I'm whining. and it pisses me off that there are people who have whatever they want without having to work for it at all. Part of me hopes they don't catch this person because if I find out who it is, I'll fucking kill them. BY the way, we had all these CDs in a CD case, without jewel cases. Used CD stores don't take CDs without the jewel cases so what the fuck are these rednecks going to do with an extensive collection of Tori Amos and the Chicks on Speed?
Also, I think I'm coming down with the flu. I would say, "At least my day can't get any worse." but the last time I said that, I got kicked in the face by a transsexual.
There is this guy we met awhile ago when we were out looking for Luxie when she ran away a few months ago. He helped us look for her and he saw where we live. He keeps coming by our apartment to hang out and smoke pot and we keep sending him away because he is creepy. Also, he said his name was John Holmes. The last time he was here (Thursday), he got really pissed about being sent away so I'm wondering if maybe Big Dick McGee had something to do with it. I'm not sure. Also, maybe the drug addicts who used to live next to us? We had been missing some packages, like 4 or 5 in a row and I had heard about other neighbors missing packages too. Who knows. I have a lot of enemies.
I really hate that no matter how hard I work, everything I have always gets fucked up and destroyed. I hope this sounds whiney because I'm whining. and it pisses me off that there are people who have whatever they want without having to work for it at all. Part of me hopes they don't catch this person because if I find out who it is, I'll fucking kill them. BY the way, we had all these CDs in a CD case, without jewel cases. Used CD stores don't take CDs without the jewel cases so what the fuck are these rednecks going to do with an extensive collection of Tori Amos and the Chicks on Speed?
Also, I think I'm coming down with the flu. I would say, "At least my day can't get any worse." but the last time I said that, I got kicked in the face by a transsexual.