auggie

I am really getting tired of thieves. I hate thieves. I hate having to watch my shit when I am home or worry about my shit when I'm not home. My roommate trusts everybody, even when warned about a thief by numerous people he says "they wouldn't steal from me" ...psst, yes they would. Especially when he falls asleep sitting straight up, which is almost always gauranteed to happen. He's had shit stolen before, while he was sleeping. Another time, someone broke in and stole his lock box (that was carefully hidden) and just the lock box. Doesn't sound like a stranger to me, sounds like they knew what was in it, and they wanted it pretty badly.
What really really makes me mad when they steal stuff that you can't just go to Wal-mart and buy. Like flea market finds and gifts from other people. GRRR
Here are just a few of the items that I am missing:
my "Quotation Dictionary" you can look up a word, say for example, honesty, and find quotes for it
"Never trust a man who claims to be as honest as the day is long. Wait until you see him at night." - That book was awesome, I got it at the dirt mall - Bill's Flea Market.
My fucking BFI belt buckle - a gift, you can't "get" this belt buckle unless you have been either a garbage man or a diesel mechanic for BFI (that's the one w/ the blue dumpsters)FOR FIVE, 1-2-3-4-5, STINKIN' YEARS!!! It was badass, I wore it twice maybe. eeeeheeediediedie
I know who took these too. I just can't find the skank. I have her mom's phone number and man, I am really tempted to call her mom and ask her to find my shit. She also has some clothes of mine, I miss some of them. I have to go b/c I'm getting real mad.