reaching new levels of generosity

i'm here before you all to confess my irresponsibility -- it directly affects this blog in a significant way, so i thought you all deserved to know.
first a little background.
i live in the cutest house in the world, surrounded by a rugged yet peaceful yard with trees, birds and butterflies. it's also surrounded by a pub in the front, a junkyard on the side, and a trailer park on the other side. as far as locale is concerned, i may never make much of a profit on this particular investment -- but it's not the long-term benefits i'm in for -- i just really love my house.
its surroundings begin to be a bit trialsome however, when the drunken folk stagger from a night of hard boozing back to their cozy trailer in the middle of the night, and when teenage punks ride their tiny little motorcyles (that are about 2 feet high and buzz like an amped up chainsaw) back and forth in front of my house, and when unknown persons help themselves to the contents of my car which i trustingly leave unlocked for them...
about 2 months ago my cd player was yanked ruthlessly from the dash and i was sad... i chalked it up to bad luck, shrugged my shoulders and bought a new one (much cheaper than the first of course) and endeavored to keep my doors locked henceforth and forthwith... this plan worked out just super until one fateful evening when i went back out to my car to get something, was distracted from re-locking the doors by talking on my phone, and was once again taken advantage of, sometime between the hours of 1:30 a.m. and 10 a.m.
not only was my new cd player taken, but (and here's where it applies to you) also my digital camera which happened to be in the glovebox... i feel like my right foot has been cut off. i never realized how much i depend on having a camera handy. kodak moments are happening every time i turn around, and now, they're not being captured!!!
as for the cd player, i feel as if i don't deserve to own one. i'm like the person that keeps killing their fish -- they just don't deserve to be a pet owner. (actually wait, that was me too -- high school was 4 years of fish massacre. i didn't TRY to kill them -- they just kept dying...)
so the long and the short of it is, unless i turn into a picture pirate and steal from unsuspecting bloggers, this site may become more of a literary venture in the near future. feel free to send over your sympathies, donations, or disparaging remarks.
:-)