Yeah.. posting… blogging… right.
*shrugs
I’ve written my contribution of the very interesting project by Trace (TwoThreeSixFive Blog). Now that I look at it it seems I wrote more about me then on the entry itself… oh well, so much for humbleness… 
Anyway… the good thing was that I wrote that inside my car on Tuesday while waiting for my pumpkin to go for lunch… otherwise I would not have a car to write it and no mood at all to write whatsoever. You see, my 18-year old car got stolen last Thursday – right in the middle on a public park, near one busy avenue, next to a busy sidewalk… a paid park by the way (not that it helped that much) - I haven’t been able to do much more since I found it was missing.
Its revolting to find your belongings taken away by god-knows-who-for-doing-god-knows-what…. its a feeling of violation that, sadly, many people have experienced before me and many other more will experience after me.
What do you do then?
Well..
you can cry. you can shout. you can scream. you can stomp around. you can walk around trying to look for your things….
in the end, it doesn’t really matter. Its not on your hands anymore and you’re left ‘naked’ in the street with an itchy feeling down your arse and mouth… its a rollercoaster of emotions and none that useful let me tell you.
*sigh*
anyway… just needed to get it out of the system. My car was stolen by some dipshit… and the moron managed to get a laptop bonus with the car even… while all I got was the losers end and the joke is on me. thankfully I had the backups up to date and no data was lost, just the money of the thingy and value of the car….
Like Smeogul i guess… “my precious…. my precious…” guess I’ll never see either again………..
F**k….
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This is maybe the third or fourth visit to this post and I still don’t quite know what to comment. I do know that you should cry and shout as much as you need and tell the world to fuck itself if that’s what you feel. It’s deffinitely not fair that other people take undue possession of what is ours. It is indeed like being raped, violated as you say.
I have to admit that during the next few days I still hoped for it to appear somewhere. Now… I’m not that sure anymore. However, I am sure of one thing. You will survive this grief, and stronger than before, even if that’s not how it looks at the moment. And me, I am here and will always be… as our dreams are, so many of them yet to fulfil, my love :*