I wake up this morning for work, immediately feel sickly. I figure its because I've been working myself hard in the heat for the past few days. It happens, I figure it will pass. So I get out to my car to take off, 15 mins early and notice when I sit in my car that something is awry. Then I realize that my radio is missing and my cover is ripped off and laying on the floor. I have a convertible, and when I lived in Madison last fall some hoodlums cut a couple of smallish holes in my top, and the bastards just went right through the holes and unlocked my car. This made me angry only because I was going to get a different top but my boy decided that it wasn't worth it so we didn't. If we had gotten the new top, like I had wanted to, they would not have been able to get in so easily. Couple of funny things, though. The radio they stole was crap. It was a cheap mp3/cd/stereo that is years old, since before I've had the car. The display on it doesn't work and its not that easy to work if it doesn't tell you what you're doing. They've basically stolen garbage. Another thing, they detached all the wires from the amp that was sitting on the ground, but did not take the amp or the speakers sitting on the back floor, which is the only place they would fit. Also, my hundred dollar Oakley sunglasses were sitting in my back seat, chillin', they are worth more than my damned stereo, they were untouched. These fuckers are obviously retarded. They're lucky that I didn't catch them because I would have stabbed them, no questions asked. You mess with my shit and you're fucked. I don't take kindly to that sort of invasion of my territory. I think I'll sleep in my car from now on and wait for them to try it again, I'll fuck them up so bad they'll never be able to steal shit again. Fuckers.
Other than that, all is well in the world of Penny.
Other than that, all is well in the world of Penny.
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I dunno about actually SLEEPING while waiting in the car for the guys. but. good tidings for fucking them bitches up.