bites

My car was broken into. The fucknut thieves ripped out my front panel, took my stereo (which was a present from my mom & aunt), stole my pretty black satin asian print cd holder and left my trunk ajar so my battery is now dead. *screams*

I seriously doubt the ghettotrash that took my music will enjoy Dylan, KOC, radiohead and Leonard Cohen! Fucking-hell!

At least Stella is still parked in the lot. She's been violated but she's out there.

I'm also missing Michael.
I got another rejection letter.
The show I was fired from opens tomorrow, to much blowhard fanfare that I'd like to cease and desist.
Daisy kept me up most of the night biting me. She's teething right now and thinks she can act feral. She's nibbling on me right now!
My apartment management is "inspecting" apts for smoke alarms and a/c crapola. Daisy isn't allowed here, so she has to hide in my room until they come and go.

I'm tired of being bitten by all these things.