God Dammit.
So, for the 3rd time since I've lived here in San Francisco, my car has been broken into and my stereo stolen. The theives took the time and put forth the effort to break the window and uninstall my CD player, yet overlooked the much more valuable iPod and CD collection directly below it. They also took my gym bag, which contained:
-Two Old, sweaty shirts
-One pair of gross workout pants that weren't orignally mine.
-One pair of Captain Morgan swim shorts, also not originally mine. (Sorry Raj)
Seriously...What the Hell? Keep your eye out for my backpack on some sporty-looking Haight street bum/punk...but who knows, the damn thing's probably COVERED in Crass patches and safety pins by now...
-Two Old, sweaty shirts
-One pair of gross workout pants that weren't orignally mine.
-One pair of Captain Morgan swim shorts, also not originally mine. (Sorry Raj)
Seriously...What the Hell? Keep your eye out for my backpack on some sporty-looking Haight street bum/punk...but who knows, the damn thing's probably COVERED in Crass patches and safety pins by now...