Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Get me the f*** out of here
I am sitting in my store, even though it's closed, because I'm waiting for the cops to arrive. I am waiting for the cops to arrive because this afternoon while one greasy bastard distracted me, his greasy bastard friend went upstairs and broke into my apartment. Our perfunctory search didn't show anything as missing, but then my husband did come home and surprise the guy in the apartment, who fled. Our search for missing things was perfunctory because we couldn't find our cat Aoki right away. The other cats nervously showed themselves but Aoki hid (smart, but heart attack-inducing when she wouldn't come when we called her, for 20 minutes - and our apartment is very small). We found her looking terrified behind some framed photos sitting on the floor. Now we can't go look to see if he got anything because the cops told us not to touch anything until they arrive. I. Hate. This.