Late Night L&O's....

Hello again, here I am, posting. Are we not proud? As I always say -- so anyway...

Much like you can always find some episode of Law and Order or L&O: SVU or :Criminal Intent on at just about every time of the day, so too, can one find a real life Law and Order episode happening at 2am. Oh yeah, with just a dash of CSI thrown in (preferably the New York flavor, cause I am all about that show!)

So let me move on by saying this: on Saturday, 4 November 2006, at just about 2am I had a run-in with inhumane people. Kind of an oxymoron, no?

This just in - Open Casting Call:
Character: some kind of coppishy/forensicly smart person
Role: figuring out why people are assholes, and collecting trace from my driver's side mirror and the surrounding area
Wanted: Any real life Mac Taylor's or Robert Goren's
Will Accept: Horatio Caine, but only if I absolutely must, there is no one else, and he promises not to do the weird suit-jacket-flippy thing

I was so mad after the incident, that I decided to come blog: a) because it was 2am so no was up to call, and b) because it feels good to get out my rage instead of beating something up. So here I am, and I feel better knowing that I'm dumping my pain on you in the cyber world. I'm sure you feel the love, right? You know, this is the second time that this type of thing happened, and this time...instead of calmly crying to my sister about it then calling my dad, I flipped. I don't understand why humans do such cruel and stupid -- no no, malicious -- things to each other. What did I ever do to this person? Hell, I don't even know who this person is! And really, of all the things that could've happened to me or my property, they chose this? Seriously?
I know that I shouldn't worry about this, or get mad, or freak - because really, what's the use. They aren't here, but I'm left with the mess; and I know my parents would say, 'Pray. Just let God deal wth them.' But I'm so freaking mad right now, that I really believe in corporal punishment - pretty much in the form of me beating someone's ass! I'll try to relax about this, but don't hold you're breath and I'm making no promises. All I can say is I'm beginning to love the word karma. Yeah, that and 'love you', to quote Jack Ingram, cause I'm trying to cut back on the guttermouth and so the 4-letter word love is replacing what I really wanna say. I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.

And so ends my anger-letting rant. Oh but wait - there was one cool thing about the whole incident. I got to go outside and investigate with my CSI flashlight, so hey! Yay for the small stuff. Even though this post was vague...I'm sure everyone can identify with my feelings; you all know there's been a time in your life when something's happened to you or your property, commited by another person, that they've either gotten away with or got off easy and you feel frustrated that justice will not be done. Everyone's had a "people are assholes" moment, so leave me a comment to know I'm not alone.

And that I probably shouldn't become a bounty hunter just so I can find this guy so I can kick his ass. That's probably illegal...I mean, look what happened to Dog.