Tuesday, July 18, 2006

You know who you are


Thanks so much for stealing my baby stroller. I mean it was cool the first time I realized people (you) are total scum-bag, nut suckers and would in fact steal from a baby, repeatedly. And so when on July 4th I went to put the baby in his stroller and it wasn't there I almost shit myself for joy. Knowing that now apparently I am marked. Someone (you) is purposely climbing over our gate and stealing our strollers like it is some thing to do.
It isn't so much that I was sentimentally attached to the stroller, I was. It was more that The fuckers (you) in this fucking city are so terrible and awful that they would steal the stroller that my parents bought for their grandson.
You know what? It is too heavy to carry a stroller up three flight of stairs then there is no where to put it once it is up there. So I bought the shittiest most ghetto of strollers off of craig'slist. I was over charged and frankly feel ashamed about the whole experience but I can get my baby around the city. It is locked up with a chain and a padlock, so fuck you!
However, there are some cat piss covered blankets on the stairwell you are welcome too, and a few empty water containers up here if you are not done making me hate this city and all its shitty inhabitants.
thanks
stolenstrollerbabysmama

Thursday, July 06, 2006

To Whom It May Concern

An Open letter to the douche bag who stole my baby's stroller-

Why would you steal a stroler from a baby? How cold hearted are you that it is "ok" to steal a baby stroller? I mean I know we all have needs. But I need that to get my baby around the city.
Perhaps I can put some bottles and diapers down here for you to steal too...




In my heart I hope that it is going to a baby that needs it more than ours. In reality, I know that if it is lucky it is carrying around bottles and cans reeking of rancid beer. If it is not lucky, then it has been used as a urinal. Either way I am very sad. Having something stolen leaves you with such a peculiar feeling. Being angry and not having anywhere to direct your anger. But this was the stroller that we first pushed the baby around in and well I guess I am being sentimental.

Perhaps we are nieve. I mean this is the second time we have had something stolen from under the stairs, Behind a gate!