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Sometime either Monday or very early Tuesday, someone came into my yard and on my porch and stole my 5-gallon bucket full of tools and such.  That sucked, of course, but to be honest, it was all semi-rusty hand plumbing tools that I hadn't used in a while.  However, he also stole the body-armor sparring glove which I use every week for my swordfighting.  He only stole the right one, the left one sitting 2 feet away was left sitting there.  Who does that?  What the fuck?  And, sitting just 3 feet away was my DVD-recorder, still in the box, probably cost four or five hundred dollars, and he left it sitting right there on the porch.   With that evidence I have to conclude that either A) There is an extremely bold thief with only one hand and no eyes stalking around, or B) someone is really fucking with me.  This is the second time someone has come onto my property and stolen something.

Oh man I can't wait to move off of this island of ghetto trash.


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Jul. 5th, 2006 03:27 pm (UTC)
The island of ghetto trash.

Sounds like a bad B movie flick.

"Dr. Bill where are we?"
“Sarah, we are stranded on. . .*ominous music*. . .The island of ghetto trash.”
Jul. 5th, 2006 08:54 pm (UTC)
The locals here call it (not so affectionately) "Galvatraz". Actually it's called that usually because for some reason, people who leave eventually find their way back to living here. I hope I can pull off a successful escape when I graduate.
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