ain't that just a kick in the teeth
Dec. 22nd, 2003 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonwiseI got home today from the mall and had to turn right back around again.
Why?
My husband's car was stolen.
My husband's precious Integra, which he has loved and honored and polished, which he has spent six years babying and modifying and engineering, was stolen by some lowlife modder, and now it's in a thousand pieces on the floor of some chop shop.
Just to add insult to injury, the traffic into the mall was so bad that it took me an hour to make a trip that normally takes 10 minutes.
Funny how you can get so heartbroken over a piece of machinery. You never love like your first love again, though.
Merry fucking Christmas.
Why?
My husband's car was stolen.
My husband's precious Integra, which he has loved and honored and polished, which he has spent six years babying and modifying and engineering, was stolen by some lowlife modder, and now it's in a thousand pieces on the floor of some chop shop.
Just to add insult to injury, the traffic into the mall was so bad that it took me an hour to make a trip that normally takes 10 minutes.
Funny how you can get so heartbroken over a piece of machinery. You never love like your first love again, though.
Merry fucking Christmas.
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Date: 2003-12-23 10:39 am (UTC)It sucks. And you know what? Everyone talks about how it's just stuff and not that important but that doesn't change the fact that you have time and memories still attached to a thing, especially if you put a lot of effort into building and improving it. I am so, so sorry.