Stolen cars and stuff.

[charlz_lynn]

Well, you may have caught it on filthy Facebook, but I think I need to process it a little more thoroughly here... My car was stolen tonight. I cannot really believe it, and I've mostly been laughing and laughing about it. Of course it's stressful, but why on Earth would someone steal that car?

I'm the most bummed about these things that were in the car:
Tiny box of doughnuts from Tracy and Jamie for my teeny tiny birthday
'back fat is the new cleavage' button from Gilly
Tuna chalupa heart from marbles
giant sperm that Dawn made for my sperm raiser
work boots
roller skates

Lots of other little things, too... But those are the big ones. Also, most of my favorite CDs. Whatever.
I just keep thinking about how much Millicent was stressing me out. In fact, I've been formulating a post that was a list of things I need to do to the car. It was leaking oil and a big honkin' piece of the exhaust system fell off the other week, and it wouldn't ever pass emissions and my plates we canceled. Unfortunately, since it was a piece of shit, and I trusted that no one would ever steal it, I only have liability insurance. Which means, of course, no coverage for theft or vandalism. So. Hello again, bus.

One really nice thing is that, because of a really sweet thing from someone whose name I won't mention, I have shelves to hang on my walls tomorrow. Thanks for the donation, IKEA fairy! More on that tomorrow, and pictures to come.

Now I'll go to sleep and marvel over the fact that I haven't cried about this yet and may not ever. xo

Comments

[janespeed.livejournal.com]

when my car was stolen i went to work that day. i was almost catatonic about it. then, i finally cried months later when i quit that job and had a minute.

just remember to breathe. it will be okay.