Someone broke into my car

like the end of this week needed to get worse, right?

My car was parked on Lake Shore Dr. for the past couple of days. Someone broke the back small window and looked for things to steal. Fortunately, my car is full of trash, shoes i don't wear, umbrellas, etc. etc. and there is nothing of value except maybe tampons, old unopened chewing gum, and a small hot wheels Hummer. Unfortunately, my car window is broken and i need to find a body shop somewhere around here.

I am quite angry and I feel somewhat violated and unsafe--especially because everyone I've told so far (like 3 people) have had this exact break-in happen to them, 2/3 in Hyde Park. Man, the university lies pretty hard about crime rates, doesn't it? After I finish my last Marx paper later today, I will comment on this occurence from a sociological perspective in order to place blame on someone for it and figure out how one rationally responds to it.

Otherwise--MISS HARLO! So glad you are keeping up w/ this online temple of Monica's self-obsession! (I didn't see your comment until today) I wish only to be hot enough to join the ranks of the hot society. Are you moving to Boston? or are you going to remain a New Yorker forever (which, honestly, is what I always expected)?

SCHMOOOOZY, MY BOOOOZY....haha, I mean scuzzzzz. Glad you like it as well! You should blog too in the good-ole law office. could keep ya entertained. I see you soon. hopefully, the car window will be fixed before tomorrow, but i really really doubt it, since there are probably no body shop places open saturday evening and sunday. I think there will be some ghetto-tape action going on until after you leave.

And Rich, eat a Dada falafel for me, and one for Sarah. Bitte schoen.

feeling surprisingly better after writing this.
hugs!
monica.