Theft's a lot less awesome when it's happening to you.
Last night I met Brian at a party in Eastown. Things were fine until we left.
Upon returning to the car, parked in the 5/3 Bank parking lot, we realized that the little triangle window on the passenger side was busted and my bag was gone. Luckily, my iPod (with attached iTrip) was still in the console, but I am still pretty pissed.
I am out my messenger bag, wallet ($40, drivers license, college ID, debt card, bus pass), $50 headphones, glasses case, library book. Gone. Ugh. Not to mention the busted window. Fucking thievery. Lame.
Current Mood: 
irritatedCurrent Music: Freezepop - Future Future Future Perfect 
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