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Why did no one tell me how awesome the Mountain Goats were until I was stalking Garrett today? That probably doesn’t count as being told.

I count it as being told. When I post something I’m telling the world to look at it, listen to it, and think about it. Also cats.

Stalk me all you want mon cheri, but one day you will have to say hello. 

I was robbed today

Between 10:30am and 1:30 pm today my apt. was robbed of a PS3, a 360, controllers, laptops, a TV and a computer monitor. I was asleep in my room during all of this and I think the only reason we still have so much stuff is because the thief walked in and saw me sleeping.

Most likely broke in through the patio sliding glass door since the bar to keep it closed is flimsy as shit. Out of all the games on my giant shelf of games, only Halo Reach is missing, along with its collectors tin with all the art work and extras.

I just don’t fucking get it. I don’t know how they spotted our apt. I don’t know how I didn’t hear a god damn thing. I just don’t know.

This is another layer of icing on the shit cake that has baked for the past couple of months. I’m tired of Louisiana. I’m tired of Baton Rouge. I’m fed up with the shitty laws, the shitty politics, the shitty everything.

I’m moving somewhere into the wilderness, quitting my job and giving up on my game design career. I don’t want to be tracked, found, taxed, arrested, bothered, tweeted, anything. I’m selling everything I have and taking out a 10,000 dollar loan. I’m never going to pay it back. I’ll build a fucking cabin out of mud bricks and logs. I was a boy scout god damnit.

I was robbed today, of a lot more than just some electronics. I was robbed of my lest shred of tolerance for this intrusive, unsafe, hatefest of a fucking society.

I’m done.

(Police report and fingerprints were already filed and found. And an insurance claim has been filed for the shit that I owned. My Microsoft password (xbox live) was changed so they can’t fuck with that either)