| It had to happen eventually... |
[Jul. 15th, 2005|07:04 pm] |
Cripes, I am a lucky kid. Somebody broke into our house, probably just dumb kids. All they got was a jar of Ashley's change, so the cops didn't even want to check it out and file a report, but they went through all our stuff, pretty quickly. I mean they left my wallet and credit card, but felt the need to fling my protractor and crap out of the translucent pockets on the door, just in case there was something there. Stupid, young kids. They went through my medicine bag, but left one of my roommate's "pharmacy of good shit" intact.
It's weird. I think they're assholes, but because nothing much was taken or damaged, I don't feel violated. Still, it's weird, the thought of some stranger standing in my room. I feel like I should wash all my clothes and sheets or something.
The funny thing is I had a jar of change myself, and I just this weekend put up a shelf on the wall, and only the morning that they broke in did I put it up there. They must have been too short to check.
Anyway, we're all extremely lucky. Jewelry, checkbooks, all that stuff is still here.
Funny...this is like the best NYC neighborhood I've ever lived in. Probably even better than Elmhurst. And HERE there's a break-in. |
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