You dirty thieves.

I got to work about ten minutes ago, to find B1 sad and angry in his office. He went on to explain the reason for his mood.

Basically, someone stole one of the work trucks from his B2’s driveway last night. This is eight weeks after B1’s ute was stolen from HIS house. I swear to god, if someone touches my car, I will kick some bitches. HARD. In the privates.

The people that stole B2’s ute last night smashed the window to get in, then smashed the steering column so they could hotwire it, which they obviously succeeded in doing as the ute was found in NSW (which is a totally different State, people). Whoever stole the ute tried to drive it up a rock wall, so they must be highly intelligent people.

They also tried to torch it, but only managed to burn the seats, so the police think there is a good chance that they will be able to recover some fingerprints. Those assholes are going down.

It’s very subdued here today, for obvious reasons.

B1 only JUST got his ute back from when it was stolen, so another ute being stolen seems to be too much for them. I imagine they’d also be feeling quite unsafe in their homes now.

As I mentioned earlier, B1’s ute was stolen from his home. They broke into his house while everyone was asleep, managed to get a hold of his car keys and off they went. It’s lucky that no one got hurt, but it’s still an infuriating situation.

So I’m just going to blend into the wall today to avoid any angry bosses.

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I just stumbled upon this website, where five year old Aidan Reed is selling his drawings of monsters to raise enough money to pay for his medical bills. I just ordered two of them, and you should too. You can get to AidansMonster’s shop here and for more information about the cause and to follow Aidan’s story, visit the blog  here.

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HOLLA! It’s Thursday, bitches.