Sarah's apartment got broken into this weekend.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
I know I shouldn't complain. I know it wasn't my house. I wasn't made to feel violated in the same way, her insurance company is covering it, and for these reasons I feel a combination of relief and guilt. But that computer was my house. It's been with my longer than any apartment, anything I have had and discarded over the last few years. My music, my pictures, my journals, my essays, all gone. All there for someone else to see, but never again for me. They took it to Best Buy to get everything they needed to make it their own. The guy at Geek Squad knew it was stolen, but couldn't do anything without losing his job. He contacted me later, found me on Myspace, after the man with my Mac was gone. He asked me for anonymity. Best Buy has too many privacy laws.
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