It's taken me a very very long time to say anything....

'kay. Here it is in its uncensored glory.

Okay.

*deep breath*

There are people I like. There are people I respect. Not many, but they really do exist.

sorayuy is one of them. Most of you will not follow what I'm doing or really care about the context. That's not your fault, nor is this entry necessarily for any of you.

However! I can't keep my mouth shut after all this time, after going so long not voicing how horrified I was that someone could do this to another human being. I've been reading about this whole monstrous thing, and I've spoken to sorayuy about it. Even I have limits, and I have to heed them once in a while.

( Primum non tacere. )

It's taken me a very very long time to say anything....

'kay. Here it is in its uncensored glory.

Okay.

*deep breath*

There are people I like. There are people I respect. Not many, but they really do exist.

sorayuy is one of them. Most of you will not follow what I'm doing or really care about the context. That's not your fault, nor is this entry necessarily for any of you.

However! I can't keep my mouth shut after all this time, after going so long not voicing how horrified I was that someone could do this to another human being. I've been reading about this whole monstrous thing, and I've spoken to sorayuy about it. Even I have limits, and I have to heed them once in a while.

( Primum non tacere. )

It's taken me a very very long time to say anything....

'kay. Here it is in its uncensored glory.

Okay.

*deep breath*

There are people I like. There are people I respect. Not many, but they really do exist.

sorayuy is one of them. Most of you will not follow what I'm doing or really care about the context. That's not your fault, nor is this entry necessarily for any of you.

However! I can't keep my mouth shut after all this time, after going so long not voicing how horrified I was that someone could do this to another human being. I've been reading about this whole monstrous thing, and I've spoken to sorayuy about it. Even I have limits, and I have to heed them once in a while.

( Primum non tacere. )

(no subject)

The state police were parked outside our neighbor's house this morning, asking her questions.

State police car, and a woman my mother recognized from the police station, probably the bank robber's probation officer. We figured they'd had our visitor in their garage as well, seeing as their garage lock is so cheap and useless that raccoons can break in. I mean, sure they have opposable thumbs, but that doesn't mean they're smart enough to break into a halfway secure garage. Anyway, that was our suspicion. I mentioned it to Brian earlier, in fact.

Something I forgot to mention to Brian: I even had a dream about our guest last night. It was one of those dreams where try as you may, you can't scream. You can't do more than make some strangled vowel noises. I don't know what he wanted in the dream, but it had nothing to do with us. He had a gun that he didn't use and even allowed himself to be eventually arrested. But I dreamed that he got into my room and I had just enough time to dial my mother's cell so she could call the cops before he was in. He tried to calm me down and he shared his coffee with me because I told him it would help me do so. It was one of those Starbucks eggnog lattes in the red holiday cups with snowflakes on them.

Time lapse, later tonight.

We were watching Insomnia (cool movie, by the way), and the dogs started whining. We thought they were hearing movie noises and thought there was someone outside, so we let them out because it makes them feel better to check, and it makes us feel better when they shut up.

The dogs come back in, and immediately the sensor light on the patio goes out. That stays on for four minutes after being triggered. If the dogs had set it off, it would have been on long after they came in. So, that means something else set it off. Something on our patio, that the dogs probably saw.

Creeped out yet? Just wait! It gets even better!

The same woman who had the police parked outside her house this morning just called my mother right after we stopped the movie and stood up. It was weird. The timing was very close. She asked my mother if she'd seen anything odd. My mother told her about what just happened not five minutes ago with the sensor light.

The neighbor told us that she'd come home not long ago, and the lights in her house were on. She doesn't leave her lights on. Someone was in her house. Not her garage. In her house.

It's possible he's been in a lot of people's houses, but the only reason he was just in our garage was A) Large, loud canines and B) Actual security like locks that work. I have a doorknob lock and a deadbolt. Hopefully that's enough. *shrug* They say he's not dangerous, but he's still a criminal and a drug addict. Addicts don't have to be dangerous people. Drugs make you do things you wouldn't ordinarily do, and that's what worries me. "He's not dangerous, just a loser," as it was put to me by my mother. She's worried though, and so am I.

The police apparently didn't start looking for him until he started cleaning out people's checking accounts by going through garbage and whatnot. I thought, "How nice. They've known he was missing, they've known people in this neighborhood have seen someone around, and they know that there've been intrusions on people's property. They don't do anything for weeks until he steals a bank statement."

Just remember, kids. This is America. No one cares whether or not you're safe. They care about where your money is going. Maybe I'm just being cynical, but I'm rather pissed it's taken so long for them to try and do something about this guy. He's been missing how long? It's only now that they've been walking around with photos and showing them to people.

I tell you. I was raised around police. As a child they were the only people I trusted simply because of who they are. I'm inclined to love them dearly and respect them profoundly on the basis of their occupation alone. But what the fuck are they thinking. Please.

(no subject)

The state police were parked outside our neighbor's house this morning, asking her questions.

State police car, and a woman my mother recognized from the police station, probably the bank robber's probation officer. We figured they'd had our visitor in their garage as well, seeing as their garage lock is so cheap and useless that raccoons can break in. I mean, sure they have opposable thumbs, but that doesn't mean they're smart enough to break into a halfway secure garage. Anyway, that was our suspicion. I mentioned it to Brian earlier, in fact.

Something I forgot to mention to Brian: I even had a dream about our guest last night. It was one of those dreams where try as you may, you can't scream. You can't do more than make some strangled vowel noises. I don't know what he wanted in the dream, but it had nothing to do with us. He had a gun that he didn't use and even allowed himself to be eventually arrested. But I dreamed that he got into my room and I had just enough time to dial my mother's cell so she could call the cops before he was in. He tried to calm me down and he shared his coffee with me because I told him it would help me do so. It was one of those Starbucks eggnog lattes in the red holiday cups with snowflakes on them.

Time lapse, later tonight.

We were watching Insomnia (cool movie, by the way), and the dogs started whining. We thought they were hearing movie noises and thought there was someone outside, so we let them out because it makes them feel better to check, and it makes us feel better when they shut up.

The dogs come back in, and immediately the sensor light on the patio goes out. That stays on for four minutes after being triggered. If the dogs had set it off, it would have been on long after they came in. So, that means something else set it off. Something on our patio, that the dogs probably saw.

Creeped out yet? Just wait! It gets even better!

The same woman who had the police parked outside her house this morning just called my mother right after we stopped the movie and stood up. It was weird. The timing was very close. She asked my mother if she'd seen anything odd. My mother told her about what just happened not five minutes ago with the sensor light.

The neighbor told us that she'd come home not long ago, and the lights in her house were on. She doesn't leave her lights on. Someone was in her house. Not her garage. In her house.

It's possible he's been in a lot of people's houses, but the only reason he was just in our garage was A) Large, loud canines and B) Actual security like locks that work. I have a doorknob lock and a deadbolt. Hopefully that's enough. *shrug* They say he's not dangerous, but he's still a criminal and a drug addict. Addicts don't have to be dangerous people. Drugs make you do things you wouldn't ordinarily do, and that's what worries me. "He's not dangerous, just a loser," as it was put to me by my mother. She's worried though, and so am I.

The police apparently didn't start looking for him until he started cleaning out people's checking accounts by going through garbage and whatnot. I thought, "How nice. They've known he was missing, they've known people in this neighborhood have seen someone around, and they know that there've been intrusions on people's property. They don't do anything for weeks until he steals a bank statement."

Just remember, kids. This is America. No one cares whether or not you're safe. They care about where your money is going. Maybe I'm just being cynical, but I'm rather pissed it's taken so long for them to try and do something about this guy. He's been missing how long? It's only now that they've been walking around with photos and showing them to people.

I tell you. I was raised around police. As a child they were the only people I trusted simply because of who they are. I'm inclined to love them dearly and respect them profoundly on the basis of their occupation alone. But what the fuck are they thinking. Please.

(no subject)

The state police were parked outside our neighbor's house this morning, asking her questions.

State police car, and a woman my mother recognized from the police station, probably the bank robber's probation officer. We figured they'd had our visitor in their garage as well, seeing as their garage lock is so cheap and useless that raccoons can break in. I mean, sure they have opposable thumbs, but that doesn't mean they're smart enough to break into a halfway secure garage. Anyway, that was our suspicion. I mentioned it to Brian earlier, in fact.

Something I forgot to mention to Brian: I even had a dream about our guest last night. It was one of those dreams where try as you may, you can't scream. You can't do more than make some strangled vowel noises. I don't know what he wanted in the dream, but it had nothing to do with us. He had a gun that he didn't use and even allowed himself to be eventually arrested. But I dreamed that he got into my room and I had just enough time to dial my mother's cell so she could call the cops before he was in. He tried to calm me down and he shared his coffee with me because I told him it would help me do so. It was one of those Starbucks eggnog lattes in the red holiday cups with snowflakes on them.

Time lapse, later tonight.

We were watching Insomnia (cool movie, by the way), and the dogs started whining. We thought they were hearing movie noises and thought there was someone outside, so we let them out because it makes them feel better to check, and it makes us feel better when they shut up.

The dogs come back in, and immediately the sensor light on the patio goes out. That stays on for four minutes after being triggered. If the dogs had set it off, it would have been on long after they came in. So, that means something else set it off. Something on our patio, that the dogs probably saw.

Creeped out yet? Just wait! It gets even better!

The same woman who had the police parked outside her house this morning just called my mother right after we stopped the movie and stood up. It was weird. The timing was very close. She asked my mother if she'd seen anything odd. My mother told her about what just happened not five minutes ago with the sensor light.

The neighbor told us that she'd come home not long ago, and the lights in her house were on. She doesn't leave her lights on. Someone was in her house. Not her garage. In her house.

It's possible he's been in a lot of people's houses, but the only reason he was just in our garage was A) Large, loud canines and B) Actual security like locks that work. I have a doorknob lock and a deadbolt. Hopefully that's enough. *shrug* They say he's not dangerous, but he's still a criminal and a drug addict. Addicts don't have to be dangerous people. Drugs make you do things you wouldn't ordinarily do, and that's what worries me. "He's not dangerous, just a loser," as it was put to me by my mother. She's worried though, and so am I.

The police apparently didn't start looking for him until he started cleaning out people's checking accounts by going through garbage and whatnot. I thought, "How nice. They've known he was missing, they've known people in this neighborhood have seen someone around, and they know that there've been intrusions on people's property. They don't do anything for weeks until he steals a bank statement."

Just remember, kids. This is America. No one cares whether or not you're safe. They care about where your money is going. Maybe I'm just being cynical, but I'm rather pissed it's taken so long for them to try and do something about this guy. He's been missing how long? It's only now that they've been walking around with photos and showing them to people.

I tell you. I was raised around police. As a child they were the only people I trusted simply because of who they are. I'm inclined to love them dearly and respect them profoundly on the basis of their occupation alone. But what the fuck are they thinking. Please.