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Yes, my blog post is rude, crude and lude (hardyhar).

I just felt like scribbling in my blog a message to whoever burgled us.  I know I posted that expressive picture, but somehow felt like rambling in words too.

Faaaaaaahk aaaaaaaaffffffff, you useless scumball.

Stealing my hard-earned, cherished and excitedly enjoyed laptopS!  Even though the older laptop was 'old', and gave hassles at times, I still loved the fact that I Had A Laptop.  My own computer... loved that it accompanied me through quite a good portion of my life.  It got battle-scars when it was only a few weeks old, from being stuffed quite tightly into my backpack as handluggage on my trip home from Australia in 2006.  It kept me company while I stitched, all my big projects so far.  The new laptop was continuing the tradition, keeping me company while I worked on Wedding Blessing and more recently, Gentle Strength.  I researched everything to do with moving here on that old laptop, and already had a folder-ful of photos of our Australian Life on the new laptop.  Plus other things, like I'd saved the pics of this house and our car, used on the online listings...

Fuck you, burglar, for taking them both away from me.

This laptop is a good replacement for the newer of the 2, there are slight differences (no backlit keyboard, no blu-ray ROM, for example), but other than that, it's the same.  Except it's not.  I don't feel like I should 'invest' so much of myself in it as I did before.  I don't feel like saving photos and stuff on here, and anything that I do save on here I want to encrypt so that should the laptop be stolen, nobody can access my stuff, even if they hack past the OS password.

But worst, I think, is the fact that they stole my phone... which ISN'T password protected.  I don't know why I didn't PIN protect that simcard... but regardless, most of the stuff saved on the phone was saved on the micro-SD card, so just swapping the sim out would have allowed access to the stuff on there.  I feel angry that I wasn't given a chance to clean out the phone first, to take off all the smses and contacts and notes and stuff, so that it would be 'ok' being stolen.

FUCK YOU burglar bastard/s!  Just, fuck you.  I hope you seriously come to some severe harm, but I doubt there really is karma or 'justice' in life.  So, all I can do is mutely mumble away on my stupid little blog that I hope you die a painful death.  Even though that does nothing at all, at least it makes me feel a little better.  So stupid.