deathtoforls

Exercises in futility and mediocrity Apr 6, 2005 1:54 am
Mood: apathetic
This morning began as most do, walking out to my car to cruise and peruse the silent streets of Austin at 3 am in a fit of boredom. Unlike most mornings however, I unlocked my car and realized the drivers side window was exceptionally clean, as if nothing was present between me and the interior of my car. I am a notorious neat freak, except with my car, which generally looks like a group of oversexed teenaged boys decided to have an orgy inside of it. To my astonishment, the glass had been smashed in and my purse had been stolen, the contents of which included a nearly new digital camera, a hairbrush, and a makeup bag. Of course I didnt realize my camera was in my purse until some hours later, at which point I totally lost it. Fortunately, the morons left my wallet and cash inside it which were sitting on the center console, unlike the purse hidden under a jacket and a newspaper. Had the asses that stole from me been around, I could have easily ripped their testicles off in a fit of rage. My biggest problems with the whole scenario are these:
1) I drive a base model Corolla, there were several high dollar vehicles (without alarms)in the vicinity...what the fuck were they thinking???
2) I am obviously poor, I dont even have hubcaps. What kind of people steal from poor people? Asses, thats who.
3) It happened in front of my house while I was inside during a one and a half hour window of time, and they smashed my window in with a rock from my own yard!
These people suck big hairy balls. I hope they die in a fiery and gruesome collision while picking through my meager belongings. To add insult to injury, the guy I'm supposedly seeing who also happens to be a co-worker, is probably fucking around on me. Screwing around is never ok, but especially deceitful when said individual insists on monogamy. I've never been a big fan of monogamy generally speaking, but until now it has been a decision made by both parties in the relationship. I have to wonder if there is a man alive who is neither too clingy nor completely emotionally unattached. This yo-yo business is driving me mad! At times I question what the purpose to life is, this is one of those times. Seems to me it's a cruel science project/experiment to determine how far someone can be pushed before going insane. I'm ready for my vacation at the looney bin I do believe. My faith in humankind is now thoroughly shattered, as opposed to my former stance which was radically forgiving. So if you happen to see someone walking around with a chinese brocade purse, red makeup bag, and Olympus D-580 zoom, kick them in the nuts for me, steal all their shit, and laugh psychotically while pummeling their dishonest face into oblivion. can't figure if they left my wallet (was in plain view) out of courtesy or stupidity, choosing instead to dig under a jacket and a newspaper to find the well concealed purse. And rather than use a slim jim, they figured it was more effective to bash my entire window in. Seems somewhat personal in my opinion, but I'm somewhat paranoid sometimes