(1) Help me out here all my words are falling short.

(1) Help me out here all my words are falling short.
Originally uploaded by This Year's Love.

For the second time in a week I've had to call Gary non-emergency to report a break-in at my house.
Some jackass bent the latch on the gate, bypassing the lock, stealing my fire pit and a trashy sink. I don't care about the cheap fire pit, I care that they felt the compulsion to steal it like the assholes they are. Woo, you can get $5 for the metal it was made out of, but is that worth your pissy little soul burning in hell?
Last Saturday someone threw a log through a bedroom window but didn't get into the house to steal the hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars worth of stuff in there.
This house is becoming the bane of my existence. I can't stand it anymore.
My sister and brother-in-law were with me when I saw the gate wide open and the fire pit missing.
"I'm sorry," my sister said.
So am I. But I'm done being mad about it. It's petty and giving whoever keeps vandalizing my house more power over me. I'm investing in a video camera and a DVD recorder and will post signs that say the house is being monitored and it won't be an empty threat. If I catch anyone, there are police reports of the damage and I'll see them rot in jail.
I haven't even lived in there for five minutes and already "they" are trying to keep me from realizing me dream.

Well you know what? Fuck you, whoever you are you worthless piece of shit, I've got two pit bulls and a Rottweiler mix and I would love for them to meet you. If tasers are legal, I think I might invest in one of those too.

I am going to live in that house and I will beat the hell out of anyone who so much as walks across the corner of my lawn.

And you, yeah you! the whore in the red hoodie!--I'm calling the cops if I see your trick-turning skank ass anywhere near my property and your little pimp too!