Posted

Dec 22nd 2004

Mood

Angry

This is turning out to be one Merry Christmas indeed.

Oh, and that was sarcasm.

With one week to go before the culmination of people's spending, I had finished all my shopping. They were sitting nicely hidden in my car, because it is the one place I know my parents won't 'accidentally' stumble in and find them. Came to Tuesday morning, I had to go and check something at work, when I found out that my car had been broken into. The lock has seen chipped away and tampered with, and the bastards had kicked the door, causing it to bend away from the car. They got a three gift vouchers I was going to use as Xmas gifts to my family. After calling everyone I could, the car got towed away and the police notified, but they said they could do nothing, because there were no witnesses, no CCTV, and the rain would have washed away any finger prints. Right, fine. These things happen...

Today, I woke up, came down stairs to be told that my brother's car had now been broken into. Different method to which mine was done, but the door, again, was bent away from the actual car. Nothing was stolen, and the police could, once again, do nothing for the same reasons as last time.

I want to know who these fuckers are. Seriously. They didn't take my car, and it was a big mistake even trying. When I find them, I'm introducing them to my steering wheel lock; a converted stell baseball bat with a great big lock sticking out the side. Take out their kneecaps, make sure they can just about speak, then haul them to the cops. Fuck my Christmas up, and I will hurt you.

Fucking dickhead bastards!