In case I haven't spoken to you yet this weekend, my apartment was broken into yesterday. In the middle of the day. When my upstairs
neighbour was still home. I freaked out about as much as I
can freak out when I got home (I'd been out all day, from 8:30 in the morning til 12:30
that night) but I am quite okay now. After talking to the neighbour and the police and the landlord, we kind of gathered that they came up the
fire escape and entered through the back door. Used a fire extinguisher to smash a big
hole in the wall next to my door, reached around and opened
the door from the inside. They took a duffle bag and filled it with about 200-250 of my
CDs, my digital camera, the nice leather wallet Sara made
me for Christmas filled with laundry change, a couple of necklaces, and my friend
Wayne's Beatles Anthology DVD box set. My bedroom was messed up good - they went through all the drawers, the closet,
boxes opened with stuff everywhere. I don't expect the cops
to do much, if anything. I am not covered by insurance. It all just basically sucks.
The fixit guy came this afternoon and boarded up the hole, put some extra big
locks on the fire escape doors. Wayne came over and we
watched a movie. The fixit guy thought he was my "big man" here to protect me. Wayne is
not big, but it was rather amusing. The fixit guy also thinks it's possible someone has
been watching me and that's why they broke into my place.
It's a terribly disturbing thought but it doesn't make a lot of sense. I've also been
told to move. Then the fire alarm went off and is still
going, 3 hours later.
Good thing there is a baby party tomorrow; it will be nice to be with family.
Hopefully no one will bust another wall while I'm gone...I
had such a great night last night before that, it's really a shame it had to end so
badly. Yah, great times last night. Oh yah, when I called home in tears in the middle of
the night, my parents thought I was Meaghan.
Sister's status as a prostitute: Still not a
prostitute
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