BANDITS.

Any of you remember a while back when I posted about how someone tried picking the lock on my back door?

Well, today during art class I was talking to Dan Donker and Josh Martell, all three of us are top-notch Gibbyans by the way, and we were talking about a recent car robbing thing that happened recently. Some Mail truck thing was held at pistol point (semi-automatic, black in color) by a couple of masked bandits!!! They used handcuffs to restrain the driver dude. Right here in Gibby. Never would have thought. Anyhow, we were talking about that, and then I brought up how someone tried getting into my house. And then Dan said someone tried that to his, too! To his back door!!! Like mine! AND he said it happened about a month ago. And then Josh also admitted how that happened to his house as well.

Wow. Oh Gibbytown, what is to become of you? Masked robbers and attempted break-ins. You are such a Grade-A American town, too. I wonder if these events are connected? They must be.

Ah well, it's something for you all to contemplate.

And also apparently there's like up to a $50,000 reward on these bandit guys' heads. So if you see 2 black males, one late 20's/early 30's and 5'11", and one that's in their early 20's and 5'9", both with medium build, then they might be los robberos. And the reason I know all of these crazy specific details is because there was a flyer in my mailbox with all of this nonsense.

And P.S. I hate Commerce Bank a lot. I got a really beautiful paycheck because the hosts got a bonus, and they won't let me cash it because I'm a minor, regardless that I have a joint account. They're always giving me fucking problems. Arg. My tummy hurts.

Edit:
Must calm down. I was too crazy today. I can't control myself too well anymore. I just say what's in my head nowadays and people interpret it wrongly. Like I said my manager Shannon looks like she should be milking cows and churning butter because of the shirts she wears. They are plaid! They remind me of smallville and country-time lemonade. And I love farms and I lover her innocent was of dressing! But somehow she thought I meant that she looks like a farm girl. Well, geez, YEAH, but not in a bad way!!! In a good good good way!!!
And I try to explain it and no one seems to understand.
I also tried explaining how we're all invisible except to ourselves to Lars, and he didn't get it. Sarah did though. I think it might be because he is German. Ho hum, pig's bum. FINE WORLD. IF YOU DON'T WANT MY DEEP MUSINGS THEN GO HOME. I smack you with a firm hand and foot.
By the way, when I say we are invisible except to ourselves, I mean that not everyone notices you. You are invisible, in the sense that they don't notice you as a person. You are just some meaty flob walking about. We are invsible except to ourselves (as a whole, when I say ourselves, I mean you, I, our friends to speak to us), I mean that right now we matter and no one else really does. So everyone else is invisible to us too. Unless if you're observant or something. But yeah, this was an entirely useless thought anyways. Why do I waste my time trying to tell people? Because I am bored, no doubt. I like riling them up. They get so confused at all this, it's funny. Har har harrr.