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They do; my car was broken into. Yep. My boyfriend cheated on me. He dumped me and now my car was jacked. I came home to find that my clothes were strewn about all over the street and my driver’s side window smashed.

The fuckers stole a bottle of wine, a Red Bull and some papers. Now they probably know everything about me. Great. Oh, and they stole my “Brazil” shirt from my Brazilian ex

So, I guess I have even more reason to smoke and drink now, cheers to that!

I drove to my parents, a surrender was in order. And yes, I commuted from Chicago sitting on shards of glass and with no window. Needless to say, it was a windy ride; reminiscent of Ace Ventura…minus the barking.

Came home to several beers and cigs.

I’m thinking I may just rent out a dunk tank and subject myself to it, place on Michigan Avenue, that way everyone can have their fun! Throw the ball and watch me fall in, things really can’t get worse…or can they?

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