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Last weekend I spent Saturday night over at my boyfriends. On Sunday afternoon my mom calls me and leaves me a message saying the cops are looking for me again. I call her back and she's yelling about my car. She was visited by a couple of Orange County cops asking where I was that weekend and saying they found my car abandoned in San Diego.

My boyfriend lives in San Diego, but my parents don't know about him. I told her I went to see a Padres game so I spent the night with my friend and her relatives in San Diego so we could beat traffic the next morning. She tells me to go see if my car is still parked where it was, so I run outside to the top of the hill and see  that it's still there at the bottom where I parked it on the side of the road. She demands I come home immediately because she's concerned that the cops are looking for me for the second time in two weeks. I sigh and say I'll be home soon.

Ten minutes later I get a call from San Diego police asking me if I own a '97 Black Honda Civic. I confirm that I do and they tell me to go outside because the Sherrif is waiting by my car. I come downstairs and run down the hill to meet him with my boyfriend and this is the first time I've actually looked inside my car.

The first thing I notice is that all my junk is in the back seat. There's an empty condom wrapper on the passenger seat with my bra and g-string from the night before. (Well, actually the underwear is from some luggage I never brought back into the house a year ago. The wrapper is from the night before). All the contents of my glove compartment are lying in a mess in the back. A huge mountain of paperwork, including my insurance papers and registration, and the christmas card I got from my brother with my baby nephew on the front. The only thing that was left alone was Hello Kitty sitting on the dashboard.

Then I see the real damage. All the wiring underneath my steering wheel has been ripped out. The casing around the base of the wheel is broken and lying in pieces on the floor. The passenger side window has been popped out. The ignition has been chiseled the crap out of.

Who ever broke into my car was trying to steal it from me, and my guess is that they werent professionals, because they only managed to completely fuck my car up.

I'm swearing, kicking the car, basically throwing a tantrum in front of the Sherrif and my boyfriend. I apologize to the Sherrif and he says it's understandable, and to go right ahead and vent.

The auto repair shop called me today. It's going to cost me $995 to fix this mess.