Obviously I live in a shithole of a city in a crime-filled neighborhood. So far I've managed to avoid having my shit broken into or stolen with the help of home security stickers, a buttload of lights outside the house, and a Home Alone-like dedication to making it look like people are home, awake, and partying at all hours of the day and night.
Last night I texted an old friend I hadn't talked to in years. After a 30 minute conversation, he admitted to having no clue what I was talking about and just going along with what I was saying. Apparently my friend had gotten a new number, of which I was unaware, and I had been texting with a stranger. Before I figured this out, I asked the person who he was, and he replied that he was someone outside my window. Although this was obviously a creep playing a joke, I closed all the curtains in my house because I'm an idiot.
Today my boyfriend discovered that during the night a rotten thief had gone through his car, which had been parked directly outside of the windows I sealed shut. The ONE NIGHT I close my curtains and block people outside from being scared off by my well-lit, happening house in which someone could peek out at any minute and call the cops on an intruder, a fucking intruder rummages through my boyfriend's car, stealing shit like it's going out of style. Of course.
