Grrrrr....

So, I've been coughing up smurfs and various other mythical forest creatures. And, as a result, my neck has been VERY displeased with the constant heavy coughing. SO, K remembers some medication she had for muscle relaxing and pain evaporation. Goes to get it and... not... in... the... medicine cabinet. She is sure that's where she put it. She didn't really use them so much as the reason she was given them didn't require the whole script, just the few she had taken out of the bottles to cary on her person. This makes me angry for two reasons.

One: I'm in pain and can't actually take something beyond ibuprofen, as it's no longer available.

Two: Some low life, dirty, thieving mother fucker was in here at some point in time since July (the last time she touched them) and decided to take them.

The first one is can be managed with enough ibuprofen. The second one really pisses me the fuck off. The plus side is there has been a limited number of people over here since then. The minus side is that fact makes it a little to easy to conjure up a lists of suspects. Few things make incite me to take action on wrongs done to me and mine. This is one of them. Some fucker came to my house. Accepted my hospitality. Sat on my couch. Used my electricity. Pretended to be my friend and stole from me and mine. I'm pretty sure that low life, dirty, thieving mother fucker reads this blog. I just thought I should say, in an open and public way, fuck you. Fuck you and whatever made you think you're entitled to take advantage of my hospitality. I hope you got so little enjoyment out of those pills that the risk of geting found out was not worth it. I hope that you found only further problems at the bottom of those bottles. And should I find proof, I hope you never darken my doorstep again, because I will have definite issue with you so much as walking down my street to catch the fucking bus. You do not come to my house and fucking steal from me. That is not how fucking adults fucking act you low life, dirty, thieving mother fucker. If you didn't have the fucking stones to fucking ASK for them, then you obviously didn't NEED them. You wanted them. Youd decided that want was worth more than my friendship. I hope that want was fucking worth it.