Unlucky

Apparently 24, despite being highly divisible (which I always find attractive in integers), is extremely unlucky for me (and my car).

The day after my birthday: Car towed for no good reason. Everything was soon resolved, as I took part in a confrontation of the man who called it in, and also went to my apartment manager, who quickly paid for the towing fee and gave me a $75 visa gift card for my troubles.

This morning at approximately 3 AM: someone slashed into my soft top convertible, opened the door from the inside, and swiped my Blackberry and iPod. Yes, I know I shouldn't have had them there in the first place. Yes, I probably should have parked in the secure garage. I'm glad the alarm went off, as they were likely scared off and didn't take anything irreplaceable (like my checkbook). I'm not glad that insurance isn't covering the damage to my car, at all. I suppose duct tape will be my friend for awhile.

The only casualty of this debacle that matters to me is my privacy. This person had access to my email, my photo account (where a lovely pornographic photo uploaded), my mobile banking account, social networking accounts, and damn near all other business I conduct online. I changed all the passwords, of course, and no damage seems to have been done, but just knowing that losing my Blackberry could rock my world to this degree makes me ill. No more connecting important accounts to my cell phone, ever again.

I would say things can only go up from here, but I recall saying that after my car disappeared from the garage after I parked in a space I didn't know wasn't mine.

I'm really looking forward to an Obama victory, so that things will get better for all of us financially (especially poor college students). It's what's keeping me going on crap days like these.