For the second time in my life, my car window was smashed and nothing was stolen. What is the point of breaking someone's car window if you don't steal something? I'm totally unwise about this type of thing, and the vandal could have made off with at least my car stereo and a CD or two. Anyway, the score is this :
Peter = -$325. 00
Universe = + 1 in karmic debt
I'm gonna collect on that someday!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
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I had this thought that I'd feel better if they'd at least stolen something, then your window wouldn't be broken for nothing. But that's just stupid.
Wait. You know, actually I would feel better if they'd taken that Kula Shaker cd.
Just a thought: Maybe the universe was just settling the karmic score.
This was how I, as a teenager without a license, justified hitting a parked car and not stopping. They must have had it coming.
Ugh. Ask me about why I hate Canada sometime.
Sorry, friend.
I hate Canada for many reasons, least of all that a fixture in a Future Shop in Regina bit my leg. Gee, that sounds awkward.
Maybe they just wanted to steal your funk. The P-Funk that only exists in your car. I don't know. It's just a thought.
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