i had just walked out the door to buy “work pants” (of which i have many many pairs in storage in boston) when i walked up to the car and realized that the cassette tapes were sitting on the driver’s seat (yes, we have a cassette player in our car). weird. ABN must have put them back in the car on his way to work. it wasn’t until i opened the glove compartment to put the tapes away that i realized…the gps is gone. the guy knew exactly what he was doing as he broke the small window on the passenger side in the back. he left the thing you use to attach the gps to the window. and he left my mix tapes.

i feel like i should be freaking out. but i’m not. i’m just pissed. this could have happened anywhere, even in allston (or as a friend pointed out, even more likely in allston) but right now it feels like it only happened because i just sent the realtor an email passing on the two places she showed me yesterday – in favor of staying here longer – until we find my dream apartment.

and really, how am i going to survive without a gps? i know we shouldn’t have been leaving it in the glove compartment, but ABN is right, they would have still broken the window looking for it. so i’m not blaming myself (what’s the point). but i’d been so carefree exploring my new world because JILL (the gps) was always there to guide me, to get me out of trouble, to help me find myself. and now, well now i’m really alone.

we put an application in for an apartment that i found on craigslist but i don’t think we will get it because there were other people with other applications. its in noe valley and there is a garden and a washer and dryer and we could get a dog…but that’s getting ahead of myself because, we aren’t going to get the apartment.

i was so excited to go to pineapple nation today for training…but now i’m distracted by my car and the fact that i have no work pants (and no way to get to the mall, or find my way to the mall). instead i will shave my legs and try to get the white stuff off the one work-able skirt i brought with me. ABN is making the necessary phone calls about the car – which i appreciate.