okay, so i got a call this morning from the manager of my apt. complex, and someone else's car was broken into last night. that's two breakins in two days. and while it does make me feel better that i don't have a mortal enemy who singled out my poor car for a beating, it doesn't make me feel any better about having the fresh-from-the-body-shop car back in ye olde parking spotte, with it's new window and back-in-place dashboard (minus some chunks of plastic... this car's getting more and more ghetto by the day, lemme tell ya.)

oh and remember the door that hasn't opened since 2001? the fine folks at tony's fixed it just to be nice.

so if i was a big badass dude like samuel l. jackson, i'd camp out in my car for the next couple of weeks so i could protect my car, catch the jerks who're doing this to me and my neighbors, and exact my own justice on their stupid asses. and since i'd be just like sam jackson, justice would involve much swearing and shooting. but i'm not a big badass dude. so i just have to relax and hope chuckles the happy weenmobile clowncar of doom survives the night.

it'll be easier to sleep tomorrow night; we're taking a trip up to crappleton to get the remainder of the stereo ripped out to hopefully prevent someone from breaking in again to "finish the job".

you know, i hate when people fuck with your shit. i really, really do.