fuckity fuck fuck.

I hate people sometimes.

This is one instance where the few fuck it up for the many. One pathetic fuckface destroys my faith in people.

I was out at my usual spot Friday night in San Francisco at Studio Gracia. I was having my usual night of Blues dancing bliss. Then Jamie comes walking up to me and says "I have bad news for you." As soon as he directs me out into the street I know what happened.

"Shit, not again." I whined.

I round the corner to see my poor car's rear driver-side window smashed and my vibrant Timbuk2 laundry bag gone along with my clothes for the weekend, my $20 conditioner (which I need for my fragile hair), a pair of awesome jeans that I didn't even get a chance to wear yet, a bunch of dirty gym clothes(ew), underwear (ewx2) AND my bloody ipod.

I keep getting this image of a homeless old geezer or crackhead in a pair of brand new designer jeans with a brightly colored timbuk2 bag slung over his(or her) shoulder, a t-shirt that says "Cute Little Fuckers" and a pair of dirty underwear spread across his face(I know, gross, but he broke into my car damnit!)

fucker.

This is the SECOND time in two years that this has happened. I told myself "serves me right for leaving my bag on the back seat." But then I think to myself..."Hold on Self...The last time this happened, the ONLY things in the car were some cds and a pair of shorts (they took the shorts but left the cds, go figure).

It doesn't matter what the fuck I left or didn't leave in the car, people are fucking LAME!

I once saw a sign on a truck window that said something along the lines of "to whom it may concern, please don't smash the window. If you can find something worth stealing, please just open the door. I promise there is nothing of any value in here. But if you feel you must check for yourself, please spare me the extra expense of fixing a window."

I may just do the same and leave the fucking car open.

But, then they could hot-wire the car or jack my stereo, which would REALLY tick me off.

It's really not a big deal. As Jamie says "It's all replaceable." It true. But those are just symptoms. My mom says "I hate the feeling of violation that you get after something like that." And that's true as well. But, even though they took a bunch of dirty undies along with my bras and tampons I don't feel NEARLY as violated as I feel like I want to give the person who did it a long lecture over a thorough ass kicking.

Something along the lines of "GET(whack!)A(bif!)JOB(smack!)YOU(tweak!)LAZY(thud!)GOOD FOR NOTHING(crunch!)CRACK(slap!)HEAD!" STOP...STEALING...SHIT...FROM...HARD...WORKING..PEOPLE...AND...LEARN...A...VALUABLE....SKILL! SAVEYOURSELFANOTHERASSWHOOPING!


But how karmic would that be really?

Breath Emily. He/She probably needed it more that I did. How true. How else is he/she going to pay for his/her next fix? I mean, whenever I need a fix, that's the first thing I do. Sell laundry I mean.