Yeah, so a 64 year old woman was stabbed right across the street from my house yesterday!!
Between that and a friend's car getting broken into over the weekend, I officially live in the ghetto people.
Luckily my friend and his dog were over last night to protect me from the murderer on the loose. Isn't Gus adorable??? He's my new boyfriend.
And yes Lindee, being the annoying nosey neighbor I am, we went to investigate.
We got nothing, all I got were these lousy pics. If you haven't heard, it was the stabbing of the Jazz owner's mother-in-law.
Isn't that awful?? I mean, that is someone's mother! Someone's grandma! I can't imagine that happening to someone in my family.
When tragedy like this happens so close to where you live, it freaks you out a bit, at least for normal people. I however just am not freaked out at all. Is that weird? I have a problem with worrying, I just don't worry enough.
Sometimes that can be taken the wrong way, like I just don't care. I do care, I just don't like to let things like that get to me.
Am I heartless? Anyone else have a problem with not worrying enough?
1 year ago