What will they think of next...

Well, to top off having to be dragged back to Virginia, someone broke into our house while we were in NC, stole a bunch of shit... now that's just lovely.

 

weeeeeee thats nasty, u might be able to claim on things on insurance and stuff, but thats still horrible my friend had someone who broke into her house, she was distraught for weeks, i hate people who do things like that - theres no need for it, hope u and ur family are ok though

 

Eh, I don't know... doesn't help that's it's a rainy ol' Sunday and nobody seems to be open. I'm down a guitar (took my '96 Bonnie Raitt Strat)... oh well, I don't really care anymore. I need to get out of this place (just another reason to) and maybe I should thank whoever did it... I'm started to feel hatred towards Sundays... and rain, but only when it's raining in Virginia.

 

Virginias got an odd vibe for such a buetifull place.
what an evil thing for some asshole to do, i know that feeling of invation and it seriously sucks, karma on them

 

I know what you mean about the odd vibe/beautiful place. I don't consider the Hampton Roads area all that beautiful, but the vibe hangs in the air no matter where you go... (It's not like that once you cross the border and you see different license plates) and you always have that defenseless feeling, even though there are strict cops, military everywhere you look, and all the government offices near you... To tell you that truth, that just makes me ever more worried.

 

Ohh no, that's horrible. Sorry to hear that George.

Where do you wanna go when you leave Virginia?

 

I don't know if I really care... as long as it isn't anywhere up Northeast (with the exception of Vermont, but it's wayyyy too damn cold for me up there). I've loved North Carolina ever since I used to visit my grandparents... lived with them for awhile when they were around the Greensboro area and Carteret/Craven county, where I just got back from... I also really want to move to Ohio, with Chuck and Syra... was planning to sometime this month.

My parents think someone may have stolen our keys and made duplicates. Same thing happened to my grandmother after my grandfather died. She was living here in the same town. Someone took her jewelery, then I suppose they worked out a plan, came back the next week and ransacked her house, got married to some asshole/divorced him a year or two later, then she moved back to Eastern North Carolina for awhile, then moved back up here, where she died in February... She was also quite suspicious of the area.

The thing is, it could have been anybody, but I think it's someone from her job... one of her co-worker's husbands has a bad record with crack/armed robbery/grand theft auto/breaking and entering, and shit... and he's always gone for three days at a time and whatnot. Someone may have made duplicates of her keys during a lunch break, then came back and put her keys in the locker room at her job (she's a nurse)... There wasn't any forced entry and whoever did it knew what they were doing and it was clean. They even locked the damn doors on the way out.

 

Hahaha, I've never heard of such polite burglars before. Seriously though, that's really scary.

It'd be cool if you moved in with Syra and Chuckles, you guys would have like a hipforums commune and then we can all come and visit you. Right?

 

I suppose I think that was the first time I smiled since I got home today. How... awkward.

I know, the police were even kind of like "What the fuck?"... They could have taken my parents cars if they wanted to.

 

Poor Georgie.. this happy baby wants to make you smile:



If you look closely, he actually looks like an old man who has lost his fake teeth in a poker game.

 

I wonder what he'll look like when he gets older.

 

I hope he'll grow eyebrows.

 

Oooooh, 25.000 posts George!

 

Oh, well... damn.

 

Now you ruined it.

 

Break-ins happen everywhere.

 

No shit?

I wasn't relating to the break-ins. That was just one more reason to not live here... Not like I wasn't planning to get out before September, anyway.

 

What the fuck. The investigator dude came back and told my dad he thinks I was in on it because of my body language and suspects foul play or something.

 

what the hell..that's stupid

why would you get someone to steal your own guitar?

 

He said he thinks someone has threatened my life and tried to make me give them a key to the place and that because I wasn't making eye contact that I was somehow in on it... But all my fucking keys are hanging up in this room where they have been since I left, I find the majority of people around this town quite difficult to trust, I rarely leave the house to see anybody, and I'm homeschooled... I'm sure many on here know me enough to pick up on those things.

I just don't know what to do anymore, short of jumping off of a bridge. I just want to get the hell out of this place.