wednesday this week, my car got broken into, and my stuff stolen. what stuff, you ask? well, i'll tell you. my bag, with my digital camera and passport in it. my analog camera that was mostly a christmas present from six years ago, and worth over a thousand dollars. my leather jacket that took me over two years to find. my girlfriend's bag/purse thingy with alot of non-replacable stuff in it. photos, phone numbers, memories.

the thing that irks me about the whole thing is not the fact that the car got broken into (somehow, i'm not sure if i forgot to lock it, or they somehow got past the alarm), but rather, i'm especially irked about how much it pissed me off. it's mostly just stuff. things. rather expensive things, but nonetheless, things. things that i had taken alot of time to save up the money to buy. things that were a huge part of my life, are somehow not there anymore. yet, it pissed me off to no extent. it pissed me off that they were stolen, and that i allowed them to be stolen.

i feel as if a part of my life was stolen. i'm paranoid of everywhere i park now. i lock the damn car like five times, just to make sure. things that were part of my life now have to be replaced. and i don't want to spend the damn money to replace them.

on the flip side, now i have an excuse to buy the 995.