This is why we can’t have anything nice.
Apparently, I must have pissed someone off or something. This morning I came out side to find out that my car had been keyed along the drivers side read panel and door.
I haven’t even had the car long enough to scratch it up myself. I would think that I had earned the right to beat up my own car before some asshole comes along and does it for me.
On a side note, I’ve officially reached adulthood — I’ve filed my first police report. Ugh.