Later last night. I come out of my friend's house to find that my car was broken in to. First time ever. Only stole my loose change and my iPod. Lucky they didn't find my wallet that I forgot to grab from its hiding place. Worse than locking my keys in the car, but not all that bad really. Sucks that my iPod was taken, I love that thing. Oh well.
This morning. I wake up to a crash and I see a white pick-up truck speeding off. My car got hit and run. First time ever. Bumper knocked out of position. Gaping hole in the front driver's side quarter panel. Not good. I got the police report, called the insurance. Only going to have to pay my deductible, but that is money I don't have.
A friend said that at least I got all of this out of the way in one 16 hour span. Hopefully it won't happen again for quite some time. But still, why does the universe hate my car?
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Maybe its because you said you would update on City Wok and you didn't.
Sorry to hear all that happened though. Sucks.
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