Steal it all.
Tonight I came home, after being out all day to find a bright green flyer in my door handle. I love it how it was a flyer warning about break ins, nothing says nobody home like no car in the driveway, a for sale sign in the front yard and a bright green flyer in the door handle--I mean really?!?
I thought it was bad a couple weeks ago, when someone stole the flyer box off my for sale sign. I know times are rough, and everybody is feeling the pinch but what is the market value for a flyer box?
I feel like I really am living a nightmare. I have recurring nightmares since my break-in back in August. Everyone I knew said it was so lucky that i wasn't home when they broke in. I always think who is the lucky one? I don't know if they are so brazen yet to break in when someone is home. I just know in my dreams/nightmares about the break in, it always involves me and a baseball bat, sure I may not be able to hit a good pitch but you break into my house, and you will realize you have way more surface area than a baseball, and although I don't have any baseball bats around, a chair, a broom, a shovel, are all things I have very close and i will use them.
I am generally a non-violent person. I'm peace-loving and gentle, really. But this city is sucking all of that out of me. Between traffic and these "incidents" that seem to keep happening and the fact that you leave your Wild Irish Rose liquor bottle, from the cash only convenience store, on my front yard everyday, has me at my wits end.
In the past year my house has been broken into, they got away with a computer, a laptop, a digital camera, and a drill. My car(poor Lola the Corolla) has been shot, yes folks I found the bullet in the trunk. My car has also been broken into, the thieves unsuccessfully tried to steal the stereo, so in turn they managed to get away with some cheap earrings, and a wind up flashlight, and make it so when I accelerate the whole dash falls off.--thanks.
I want to put a big sign up on my front porch saying come on in take what you want, followed by some very vulgar names and swearing. I suppose that won't help sell the house. Coming home is a nightmare. Not only is it incredibly hard after a weekend with family to come home alone, to my empty house, but to know that when I get home my house could have been broken into again and all my stuff rifled through and my just back to normal-finally-settled-the-insurance life would be disrupted again. I feel like I need to pack everything up and put anything of marketable value at the bottom of my dirty clothes, but they would probably go through those too. I wish I still had the litter box from my cat, I should get one just to store valuables, nobody rifles through a litter box. What I really want is to not be alone and have to do all this by myself again.
I need a dog, I wonder if anyone will rent me one to keep around during the day when I'm at work. I can't seem to train the turtles to attack intruders, is it bad to wish Salmonella on them for breaking into the house? Maybe they will decided to touch something of the turtles and get sick, they will probably just blame it on the peanut butter crackers they ate earlier in the day. Maybe I should get a big cage and beware of snake signs, or maybe I should just get out of this town, that is the plan, as soon as I convince someone why they should buy my house. It's kinda a catch 22 isn't it? I can't move from the neighborhood because of the neighborhood. It makes me laugh in that tragic, cynical, situationally ironic kind of way.
I thought it was bad a couple weeks ago, when someone stole the flyer box off my for sale sign. I know times are rough, and everybody is feeling the pinch but what is the market value for a flyer box?
I feel like I really am living a nightmare. I have recurring nightmares since my break-in back in August. Everyone I knew said it was so lucky that i wasn't home when they broke in. I always think who is the lucky one? I don't know if they are so brazen yet to break in when someone is home. I just know in my dreams/nightmares about the break in, it always involves me and a baseball bat, sure I may not be able to hit a good pitch but you break into my house, and you will realize you have way more surface area than a baseball, and although I don't have any baseball bats around, a chair, a broom, a shovel, are all things I have very close and i will use them.
I am generally a non-violent person. I'm peace-loving and gentle, really. But this city is sucking all of that out of me. Between traffic and these "incidents" that seem to keep happening and the fact that you leave your Wild Irish Rose liquor bottle, from the cash only convenience store, on my front yard everyday, has me at my wits end.
In the past year my house has been broken into, they got away with a computer, a laptop, a digital camera, and a drill. My car(poor Lola the Corolla) has been shot, yes folks I found the bullet in the trunk. My car has also been broken into, the thieves unsuccessfully tried to steal the stereo, so in turn they managed to get away with some cheap earrings, and a wind up flashlight, and make it so when I accelerate the whole dash falls off.--thanks.
I want to put a big sign up on my front porch saying come on in take what you want, followed by some very vulgar names and swearing. I suppose that won't help sell the house. Coming home is a nightmare. Not only is it incredibly hard after a weekend with family to come home alone, to my empty house, but to know that when I get home my house could have been broken into again and all my stuff rifled through and my just back to normal-finally-settled-the-insurance life would be disrupted again. I feel like I need to pack everything up and put anything of marketable value at the bottom of my dirty clothes, but they would probably go through those too. I wish I still had the litter box from my cat, I should get one just to store valuables, nobody rifles through a litter box. What I really want is to not be alone and have to do all this by myself again.
I need a dog, I wonder if anyone will rent me one to keep around during the day when I'm at work. I can't seem to train the turtles to attack intruders, is it bad to wish Salmonella on them for breaking into the house? Maybe they will decided to touch something of the turtles and get sick, they will probably just blame it on the peanut butter crackers they ate earlier in the day. Maybe I should get a big cage and beware of snake signs, or maybe I should just get out of this town, that is the plan, as soon as I convince someone why they should buy my house. It's kinda a catch 22 isn't it? I can't move from the neighborhood because of the neighborhood. It makes me laugh in that tragic, cynical, situationally ironic kind of way.
posted by becka at 11:46 PM
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oh and P.S. when you come to pick someone up from their house, there is a thing I learned once, its called get out of your car and knock on their door, not sit in their driveway and honk your horn. Who responds to that?!?
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