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My house got burgled today. I am about as pissed-off as I can be. It is not a raging, break-stuff sort of anger, it is a slow-burn sort of burbling anger in the pit of my soul. They didn't get anything of real value, just a set of old speakers, my DVD player, my roomate's cheap stereo, and a few other odds and ends. It is more the principle of the thing. THEY WERE IN MY FUCKING HOUSE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Fuckers. I just needed to vent.
I will probably get no sleep tonight, I will wake up at every sound ready to grab my gun and go stalk the hall. Damn them. This is my fortress, this is my home, this is where I put the stuff I worked my ass off for.
On the bright side, no-one was home when it happened. And like I said, nothing of real value was taken (not that I have anything of real value).
I am off to check into home security systems tomorrow; preferably something with armed security guards with a small penis complex, alligators with hunger pains, and big dogs trained to bite the gonads off of any unauthorized person within ten feet of the house. |
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