turn my blue sky black/you're such a hard luck baby/that's what's the matter with you/but i could sleep through/anything

So, my house was broken into this morning. as dave & i slept in our rooms, someone made their way into our patio, broke the kitchen window, went into my mom's room, got her jewelry & rifled through her drawers & closet. apparently, opened my bedroom door, saw that there were people in the house and left.

it all started when i was half-awake & heard a car honk outside, but it didn't seem very close. then again. and then 3 in succession, followed by the front door slamming. i looked through my blinds, heard a car door close & saw a car drive off. Figured it was Dave going somewhere with Fernando, went to see if he'd left. My door was oddly ajar. Opened it & saw that Dave's room was still closed. Turned & saw my mom's room and immediately freaked out. Once we'd called the cops and were sitting in my mom's room, I was hysterically shouting, "how the fuck did we sleep through this? oh my god!!"

So, they got my mom's jewelry (ha, ha, we can't afford nice things & her diamond earrings got left behind, enjoy the 50 bucks you'll get motherfuckers), a bowl with rolls of coins in it & a coffee mug with change. Oh, and her pillowcase, apparently because they didn't plan very well ahead of time. Luckily, they left a lot of things around that they touched so the cops might have gotten some fingerprints, but you know... that's probably not going to help much. Fuckers. Of course none of this would probably have happened if we still had the p.o.s. red car in the driveway- but the housing association is cracking down on people parking in the lawn, so we moved it to my dad's house to have more space in the driveway... had it still been there, they would probably not even have tried.

So, X+J- just a warning: No matter how safe our new neighborhood is, if there's a break-in, chances are that I will be sleeping through it. Slovenly bastard that I am. I felt so self-conscious when the detectives were talking to us. Like, shamed... I'm the lazy slacker who slept through a break in. They even said that it was good that I didn't wake up, because that could have led to a confrontation, etc. But I know they were looking at me and thinking: 31-year old loser still living at home with all those posters on his wall & a collection of Stitch memorabilia (Read: Stitch dolls). Grow the fuck up, get the fuck out of bed you slovenly pig. It's really weird for me when someone I don't know sees my room- I'm like "please excuse the massive amount of dvds that i own, i have no life & buy only shiny discs." I understand the phrase "an embarrassment of riches" now. It's weird to sit here and wonder what these people think when they see my room. Anyway. One detective even tried to make us feel better by telling us how he slept through Hurricane Andrew while in a parking garage in South Miami. It didn't help, I still feel like an idiotic asshole. I couldn't even tell what kind of car it was...

Anyway, i figured that this was definitely a justifiable reason to call out. But then I called & had to talk to Evelio, who I can't really lie to (I was going to make it sound worse than it is to justify calling out for a closing shift because my house was broken into at 8 in the morning) and said, um... i might be late, my house got broken into. FUCK! A perfectly excusable callout ruined!!! I could use the "emotional distress" card... I mean, a fucking stranger was in my house- opened my bedroom door & saw me sleeping. That's really fucking creepy. Or possibly *exactly* what scared them off...

grrr.