Sometime between the hours of 4:30pm Monday and 8:20pm Tuesday the following things were stolen from my car (which I might add, was safe and sound in the parking garage underneath my apartment building):
my massive CD case
my iPod charger
So it sounds like some asshole is off on an epic road trip somewhere listening to my sick tunes.
Speaking of sick tunes? I hope you enjoy musical soundtracks, bad rap, and mix CDs from the late 90s to early 2000s because that's what you're going to find in the CD case. DICK.
The only upside here is that I just bought a new iPod. I am sad about the GPS - I had named him Giles. He served me well.