grrrrrrrr GRRRRRRRRRR
Aug. 24th, 2004 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideJust got off the phone with my dad.
My brother OB and his wife were driving back to Port Orchard from Los Angeles in their Explorer yesterday, taking the scenic coastal route. They also had about 10 boxes of my books 'n stuff that were left behind when I moved. Tired, they stopped for the night in Salem, OR, figuring they'd get home sometime this afternoon.
Some motherfucker busted their back window and stole OB's $3k golf clubs and riffled through my boxes of books. No idea if they took anything of mine (but nerdily I have a spreadsheet on the contents of each book box, so will know if anything's missing).
Sometimes I just want to kill people.
Talk about ruining your nice vacation with a need for police reports and the joyful sense of being violated.
My brother OB and his wife were driving back to Port Orchard from Los Angeles in their Explorer yesterday, taking the scenic coastal route. They also had about 10 boxes of my books 'n stuff that were left behind when I moved. Tired, they stopped for the night in Salem, OR, figuring they'd get home sometime this afternoon.
Some motherfucker busted their back window and stole OB's $3k golf clubs and riffled through my boxes of books. No idea if they took anything of mine (but nerdily I have a spreadsheet on the contents of each book box, so will know if anything's missing).
Sometimes I just want to kill people.
Talk about ruining your nice vacation with a need for police reports and the joyful sense of being violated.
