Not yours, mine!
March 19, 2009
So I hopped in my car yesterday to run some bullshit errand, I forget what at this point, and do the usual stuff. You know, buckle up, etc, etc. And as I'm pulling out of the apartment complex I go to turn up my radio only to find it isn't ... playing anything. So I look down and I see what you see there in the picture. Controls for the CD player, cables for the CD player, but no CD player.
And then when I take a turn seconds later, my rear door flies open, only to bounce itself shut hard. So I say 'Egads, I've been burgled!' Yes, apparently some crack head hopped into my car and swiped my $25 or so CD player, but didn't bother to take any of the cables they would need to make it work. I suppose I should get some glee in knowing that whoever the asshat is that took it can't use it.
Unless you know, they had the same model of Panasonic ™ disc player. On the bright side, it's given me the excuse I need to go get one of those huge memory cards for my Blackberry, which I can now use as my music player. I couldn't do that with my PSP since the memory card I bought happened to be a bullshit forgery (how the fuck someone gets into that level of forgery I don't know, because it's really retarded, but eh).
But I digress. Sure I get the opportunity to shove a 16gb card into my phone to make it a superultramega music player, and can probably use it for such while I'm doing my daily walk now - so perhaps I won't hear all the people honking at me when I'm walking about. A thing that makes me nervous now because before I thought that people were just being assholes in general out here, but no.
As it turns out, the Significant Other has pointed out that people I think are giving me weird looks are ogling me. Which is amusing, 'cause you know, this sort of stuff never happens when I'm single, but once I'm actually dating someone they're all over my hairy ass. But I'm digressing again, aren't I. The point is that someone stole something of mine, even if it wasn't something I was particularly attached to, and that... rankles.
So I'm sitting here in my angry place, and I'm drinking way too much Red Bull ™ just to work my way through my bile. I'd pound updates on my nerd site to make myself feel better but I already have the next four days done in advance. So here I sit, bitching at you guys because I can. And of course terrorizing people on Facebook ™. I do that a lot lately.
People add me and then I think I make them regret it. I've had a bunch of people from Bryan High finding me through my rambling terrorism inflicted on other people's Facebook ™ pages, and then they quite possibly think that it was a mistake. Because I rant and ramble and just talk bullshit. And you know, looking at my friend list on Facebook ™ I find I have a frightening number of redheads in there.
It's a conspiracy, I just know it. A conspiracy of redheads.