So today my car FINALLY got stolen…

Fuck you fucking ass wipes.

While I’m at work: Steal my car, totally rip out and break my ignition, break my window, throw your fucking trash in my car, destroy my car trying to find my valuables (which I have none), and take my car ditch it in a mall parking lot 50 miles away, leave it running for 4 hours, then steal another car in the parking lot. FUCKING ASS FUCK HOLES! 

ALSO!

While I was at work today I had to call 911 and report my car stolen… I talked to 6 police officers and what not. My car was like 5 counties away… Then finally a police officer came into my store and had to talk to me/take all my information. That was actually fun in a weird way…

Tomorrow I’m going car shopping. Right now I don’t really care if I have car payments, as long as I have a car that isn’t getting broken into…

It’s been a fucking awful week. Honestly, what the hell did I do to deserve this? I’m going to bed.

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