What is wrong with people?

You know, I just don't understand how some people's minds work. Or I guess a better way to look at it is how they DON'T work.

I would never think about stealing from someone so I don't walk around expecting someone to steal from me. Therefore, when it happens, it hurts and makes me mad as Hades (to steal a phrase from Caitlin).

When I got in the car this morning, my ipod and car player were gone. Somebody jacked them with the car sitting right outside of the house. Such a huge slap to the face- not only am I having to deal with the violation of the thievery, I'm also sulking because I am addicted to my ipod. If the car is on, music is playing. It's my baby, or at least it was.

Needless to say, my day was ruined. It's a good thing that I wasn't in Franklin today because in the mood I'm in, I would have been throwing markers, pens, desks, whatever was at hand at the hetero corner (yes King Joe, I'm talking to you).

I swear to George Clooney, if I ever find the person who did this, I'm going to put a bar of soap in a sock and beat the ever-loving snot out of them. (In case you are wondering, it hurts like the dickens but doesn't leave bruises on the skin. What can I say, I have brothers)

Now I must begin the process of replacing the beloved ipod. I just can't drive without tunes.