Fuck!
Someone busted the lock and broke into my car because I had a bunch of junk from my move on my seats. They ended up stealing three pilsner glasses and a World War I trench periscope (which I was planning on getting rid of anyway, just needed to find someone who really wanted it.)
Last time someone busted the lock on my car, it was for $3 I accidentally left on the seat. It cost me several hundred dollars to fix that one. I'm thinking of just leaving my car unlocked from now on.
My car is to the point where the mechanic said the repairs on it aren't worth the resale value. I don't know what to do about it. At least my key still works, but it's now obvious that it's easy to get into the car.
So why do the crackheads pick on me? Because the Lexus SUV and the BMW across the street both have alarms!
update: They also took a Dr. Scholl's Foot Spa from my dad's that I meant to give to Goodwill. Also 100 insulin syringes, also my dad's, which I was going to give to the Berkeley Free Clinic (they left 100 behind though.) And I think they took a checkbook.
In other news, the job hunt is going well. I'm trying to delay my plan B until I hear definitely on the plan A.
update: And they took my sex toys! Perverts!
Someone busted the lock and broke into my car because I had a bunch of junk from my move on my seats. They ended up stealing three pilsner glasses and a World War I trench periscope (which I was planning on getting rid of anyway, just needed to find someone who really wanted it.)
Last time someone busted the lock on my car, it was for $3 I accidentally left on the seat. It cost me several hundred dollars to fix that one. I'm thinking of just leaving my car unlocked from now on.
My car is to the point where the mechanic said the repairs on it aren't worth the resale value. I don't know what to do about it. At least my key still works, but it's now obvious that it's easy to get into the car.
So why do the crackheads pick on me? Because the Lexus SUV and the BMW across the street both have alarms!
update: They also took a Dr. Scholl's Foot Spa from my dad's that I meant to give to Goodwill. Also 100 insulin syringes, also my dad's, which I was going to give to the Berkeley Free Clinic (they left 100 behind though.) And I think they took a checkbook.
In other news, the job hunt is going well. I'm trying to delay my plan B until I hear definitely on the plan A.
update: And they took my sex toys! Perverts!
BTW, in the one chance I've had to talk with your bro, it was very obvious to me that he really knows his shit when it comes to Java. As a once-upon-a-time programmer I was blown away at how well he was able to take me through his projects with clarity and just enough details to make it more than a management-level dog and pony show.
Anyway, hopefully I'll see you around soon.