Nov 16, 2004 11:30
I just had an intensely shitty morning. Diana was broken into AGAIN. Last time, two windows were broken out and I remember feeling OFFENDED that nothing was stolen because if you're going to cause that much damage, why not just go all out?! This time only one window was broken and a lot of weird items were stolen. First, they broke my glove box and stole my mix cds and three new cds (Interpol, Elliott Smith and the Cat Power covers record that Al bought me a while back because the very first time my car was broken into, that cd was also stolen). The negatives I had in the cubby hole below my stereo were not stolen and I felt offended that they weren't - a burned copy of Barry White's greatest hits is worth nabbing but not a roll of negatives that could get you into graduate school!? When I was putting my things in the trunk, I noticed that my first aid kit was stolen, a bag of books that included several Russell Banks novels and an old copy of On the Road all of which I was planning on taking to a thrift store. Things that were not stolen: the stereo that used to be in Diana and the John Kerry sticker I was going to keep. I guess that asshole was a Republican or more likely was one of those jerk 18-24 year olds that didn't vote.
What I really don't understand is that the bottle of apple juice that I was saving for this morning, was stolen - I can appreciate that being a thief could cause cotton mouth and I'll even go so far as DEHYDRATION, but MY BOTTLE OF APPLE JUICE? Was the person in such dire straights that they had to steal someone's juice? Go to the grocery store and steal that shit, man. What if I had SOME disease and it was just floating around on the top of that juice waiting to get caught?! Secondly, I had found some small oil paintings of transsexuals that I found at a Goodwill yesterday all of which were ninety-nine cents and they were STOLEN. WHO WOULD STEAL SOMETHING LIKE THAT? WHO WOULD YOU SELL IT TO!? These are things I just can't fathom.
In conclusion, this person must have been someone who was bleeding, thirsty, likes oils paintings of dudes dressed as ladies, loves to curl up on the couch with a boring Russell Banks book and listen to a mix cd of party rap and OH YEAH, didn't vote.