Be My Guest

Call me paranoid, but I'm always scared people are gonna steal from me!!! You might think I'm being ridiculous, but I'm from Lubbock, "The land of people wanting to steal your shit"! Well, I have a lot of cool shit.... And I don't want anyone to take it. Especially now that I am a big girl, with nice furniture, fancy dishes, and ultra modern electronics. Not that I have a legit job or anything... Graduating college got me one thing; some cool shit... And I don't want anyone to take it!

I've had some serious scares with break-ins, while I was away, and even once when I was sleeping! Break-ins were big in LBK, because of all the college kids that would go home for holidays. Apparently there was a whole ring of F-Faces who would stake out homes, and watch for the cars to fill with luggage and leave for a few weeks. They would mark houses in the alleys by spray-painting dots on the fence. Nuts.

I've also had my car broken into MANY times, which was the worst of all. I could cry right now just typing about it! Both times, the freak took my backpack, which contained my life, at the time. Books that cost hundreds of dollars, ridiculously expensive drawing supplies, notes that I needed to survive, a flash drive that had all of my work from yeeeeears of projects and all-nighters (and was my ONLY copy).... so soooo sad.

This whole rant started when the subject of "creepy house guests" was brought up. Whether you have parties, or an oddly promiscuous, ghetto-lovin' roomie, you will occasionally get a "guest" who might wanna steal something. Like I said before, I am not one to notice when things are missing, until I need them. I once had 20 Super Nintendo games stolen during a party... What a jerk-store that "guest" was! I've had sneakers, clothes, books, electronics, bikes, DVDs, all stolen. It kills me.

I never want hotel maids to come into my room. DO NOT DISTURB! I can handle un-made sheets, and 3 bags worth of MY COOL SHIT sprawled all over the room. You do not need to fold my toilet paper into a triangle at the end, and your daughter does not need my favorite black sparkle dress, or my bag full of jewelry! I am a chronic over-packer and avid vacation shopper, therefore; I wouldn't know stuff was missing until I didn't have to pay the "over 50 pounds" fine. Ha! The last time I had to toss a bag together on the run was in Vegas. I had to pack THREE sets of bags... (TWO missing friends)...check out, & make it to the airport in like... 30 minutes ago! It was bananas!

Now, where was I? Ahhh, yes... Theft paranoia! Please, you scum-bag, thievin', piece of crap losers.... don't steal my shit! I'm begging you.

Note to self

Grocery stores put the asparagus up at night... Why? I don't know, but remember this. Next time, don't spend 20 minutes walking around dumbfounded.... Ask for some asparagus!


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