Beth Orton had it right...

...I'm near one drink too many (like a joke gone too far), and I wish I'd see a face driving my stolen car. Yes, my stolen car.

Remember my car? '86 Subaru GL Wagon, dark blue-gray, lic. plate. 005-CRF.
Stolen.
Right from my front yard. Yes, it was locked.

I feel violated. I don't have a house that's my own, that car was my domain, and now it's been taken away. I'm so pissed off it's sick. As if I didn't have enough to worry about - I failed my math class that I HAD TO pass, I don't have a job and don't know if I can get one (this year), I've got a computer system to assemble and deliver and "relaxing" chill-time to schedule and attend (with no car) -

*SIIIIIGH*

-:-
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down --
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood
-g.y.b.e.-

Phew?

1917 S Lake Stickney Drive was the location of my car. I walked to go get it. Apparently it's been there since 6am. Every compartment was emptied into the passenger seat. I have nothing but trash in my car. The only thing missing was the $7 seat cover.