...well...you asked for it.
.so i guess now that i take things like this journal granted and question it.s worth shit happens....
.woke up this morning with a bs parking ticket on my car. go to work not too bad there i look forward to seeing miss cherry and getting my hair done and watching corpse bride...yeah didn.t happen. so i go and see daniel from work chill there...that.s all good. leave there around 12.30 and swing by taco bell to grab some cheap good food. and go to my apartment. this is where it gets weird and i get pissed. i pull into my usual spot and see chris is home...slightly 'ugh...' about seeing his car and then i see his window open and light on...slightly odd...so get out and walk past my kitchen and living room window...those are open as well...huh...so then i get my front door the window there is open as well...all lights on in every room...and when i see inside what to see put my unpacked boxes from the closet and my shit strewn out all over my living room couches...w..t..f...i get pissed thinking what the hell was bronson think he was doing going through my shit in the first place and then not putting it all back. i slam my key in the lock and throw open the door and look around mad and wide eyed...then i see a piece of paper taped to my wall with a big 'A' on it...more puzzlement...then i see them.
.five slips of paper on my coffee table. search warrents for my apartment and bronsons car...for what? gems...prescriptions drugs in some random ladies name...credit cards in said lady.s name...i start shaking and race around my apartment looking in room after room to see all my shit thrown around...room after room labled with letters. i flipped and didn.t know what to do...and what do i do when i don.t know what to do...call tory or miss cherry...but tory was the only number i remembered. and then i drive there...he helps me settle down and call 911 to figure out just what the fuck was going on...they took my toaster...toaster oven...microwave...the coffee pot tory got me for christmas (my am salvation)...Bronson.s car was there but he was no where to be seen. did he get arrested? did he run? gah...i was soooo pissed. i feel so disrespected and totally violated...just when things are going great or at least on the up and up shit like this happens. i.m fuckin done helping people...i.ve just fuckin had it. this totally puts a minor dent in the friendship i share with adam. i know it.s not his fault at all or anything like that. but i did this as a favour to him. bah...w..t..f......................batman....haha...
.so then i.m getting gas to go back to tory.s because i don.t feel comfortable.safe.happy staying in my own apartment and i think....this asshole stole precious gems and what not...bought me the second season of inuyasha...brings in about 250$ a week and *still* can.t pay his half the rent...imakillhim...gah i.m soooo pissed it.s almost funny!..
.woke up this morning with a bs parking ticket on my car. go to work not too bad there i look forward to seeing miss cherry and getting my hair done and watching corpse bride...yeah didn.t happen. so i go and see daniel from work chill there...that.s all good. leave there around 12.30 and swing by taco bell to grab some cheap good food. and go to my apartment. this is where it gets weird and i get pissed. i pull into my usual spot and see chris is home...slightly 'ugh...' about seeing his car and then i see his window open and light on...slightly odd...so get out and walk past my kitchen and living room window...those are open as well...huh...so then i get my front door the window there is open as well...all lights on in every room...and when i see inside what to see put my unpacked boxes from the closet and my shit strewn out all over my living room couches...w..t..f...i get pissed thinking what the hell was bronson think he was doing going through my shit in the first place and then not putting it all back. i slam my key in the lock and throw open the door and look around mad and wide eyed...then i see a piece of paper taped to my wall with a big 'A' on it...more puzzlement...then i see them.
.five slips of paper on my coffee table. search warrents for my apartment and bronsons car...for what? gems...prescriptions drugs in some random ladies name...credit cards in said lady.s name...i start shaking and race around my apartment looking in room after room to see all my shit thrown around...room after room labled with letters. i flipped and didn.t know what to do...and what do i do when i don.t know what to do...call tory or miss cherry...but tory was the only number i remembered. and then i drive there...he helps me settle down and call 911 to figure out just what the fuck was going on...they took my toaster...toaster oven...microwave...the coffee pot tory got me for christmas (my am salvation)...Bronson.s car was there but he was no where to be seen. did he get arrested? did he run? gah...i was soooo pissed. i feel so disrespected and totally violated...just when things are going great or at least on the up and up shit like this happens. i.m fuckin done helping people...i.ve just fuckin had it. this totally puts a minor dent in the friendship i share with adam. i know it.s not his fault at all or anything like that. but i did this as a favour to him. bah...w..t..f......................batman....haha...
.so then i.m getting gas to go back to tory.s because i don.t feel comfortable.safe.happy staying in my own apartment and i think....this asshole stole precious gems and what not...bought me the second season of inuyasha...brings in about 250$ a week and *still* can.t pay his half the rent...imakillhim...gah i.m soooo pissed it.s almost funny!..