kiss my ass!

Catchy title huh? Let me explain. Overall yesterday was just a terrible day…first, of course I have work…not bad…but really, who wants to go to work rather then sleep in? I love my sleep so you do the math. Second when Chris picked me up for my three hour break in my work schedule, he had to leave pretty shortly after he brought me home. The reason was because he fellow programmer was insisting that he had to leave their “bosses” apartment and didn’t have a key to lock up, but Chris did. I was left at home then to wait on my very late family (this is a trend though so I should know better). Chris said he’d do his best to be back by 5:30 because that’s when I need to leave for work to be there at 6. Needless to say he also took my car. You might wonder why this a problem since we have our own cars right? Well the trick is that I don’t have a key for his truck…so it left me with no way to work. My mom shows up with my nephew just a few min before I needed to leave, and I ask her if she can bring me to work. My sister finally also shows up with her husband and their new twins. I then had my mom take me to work…no problem since I made it there in time. I was just pissed about how everything was going, and admittedly about Chris not leaving me a way to work. I had a trainee here, and work went by pretty much without a hitch. Our roommate head home at midnight (since this is when he gets off) and I walk out the building at 12:30am expecting Chris to be waiting for me outside. No such luck. Five minutes past I start to feel forgotten…so I walk out towards the road hoping to see my car with him in it pull up to the stop sign to come get me. Nope. So I give a call and I get a very sleepy man on the phone that says his alarm didn’t go off. Mind you one of my biggest pet peeves is tardiness. It just makes me real pissed. So I tell him that I am walking out to the road so that he can meet me (for one thing it’s freezing out and walking was keeping me warm). So not even a minute or so after getting off the phone some jackass decides it’s a good idea to try to steal my purse (which I recently switched to a larger book bag like purse because school has started and I carry my school books in it during the week). That was a bad idea for him. I think, since I am a lady (wearing big boots…not heels, and a skirt) he thought perhaps that I wouldn’t chase him… and perhaps he thought I’d just sit on the curb and cry that someone took my stuff. I am not that way though. I am mild mannered much of the time, but so help me god I will never be a victim. I will take him down with me if I am g0ing down anyways. I will beat that asshole with my bloody arm that has been ripped from my body if I have to. Anyways… he takes off with my book bag/purse… sprinting mind you of course. The moment I felt that bag lift from my shoulder it was on. I ran faster then I have ever ran before screaming bloody murder at him. I don’t think I have ever screamed obscenities as I did last night. I was screaming at the top of my lungs things like “stop you mother f*cker, give me my sh!t back asshole!” I ran after him for about a block or so doing top speed…and he wasn’t getting much ground. I just remember thinking to myself…he can’t run forever…and when I catch him he’ll regret it BIG time. There was no if in my head…I was dead set that he wouldn’t get anything. We finally reached a tiny parking lot (maybe 3-5 spaces) near a garage where he conveniently had a get away car waiting for him. Meanwhile a SUV with three girls in it saw me running after the guy screaming at him to give me my stuff back and they block the driveway… which of course made it hard for the driver and his friends to get away(in the car there were at least 3 guys waiting…maybe 4. It’s kind of a blurr). Anyways I got in front of the car and I was banging on the windows…and I knew he was thinking about running me over…but in my mind I was thinking… these girls are my witnesses and if he runs me over and gets caught…it’ll be a long time before he gets out of jail for sure. So there I am helping to block these guys in this small parking area, banging on the car…trying to break windows so I can then break some faces to get my sh!t back. Everyone but the driver then bails and run further onto campus. I have never seen such a scared black man in my life. He probably never expected a crazy white bitch to chase after a purse snatch and then try to break the windows of the car so she can pummel the criminals. Well *points to self* hello crazy white bitch. He kept backing up and trying to turn to get out and me and the other car kept blocking the way. Finally he did get the best of me and drove off…and drove over my boot too…bastard (my foot and surprisingly my boot are both fine). The only thing I have is a bruise on my left leg right above my knee from where I ran into his car. If he has stayed just a little long I probably would have gotten to him too. Damn. Anyways once he drove off I found that the criminal who stole my purse (and that had bailed like chicken sh!t) dropped it in the parking lot in his haste…that and he was probably tired of me trying to attack him. Everything was still in it. My camera, my voice recorder (for voice lessons), check book, credit cards, DS…all of it still there in my bag. The girls who were kind enough to stop had at this point invited me to sit down in the warm back seat of their car while they were talking to the UPD. Very quickly there were patrol cars looking for these guys all over campus, and one of the girls also got the car’s license plate number (very quick thinking of her too). We gave our report to them, and the did find one guy…but I couldn’t for sure say he was involved. The guys were very nondescript…just my luck you know. Not to mention the only men I remember is the driver and the purse snatcher. I also never saw the purse snatchers face very well since it was at night. I saw the driver though. I was greatful that those girls were there…can I say I wouldn’t have done what I did if there weren’t…well chances are I probably still would have done it. Not the brightest I suppose…but it wasn’t even a conscious thought till it was pretty much done with. I just snapped into action and went full tilt crazy at them. After such a bad day…it kinda felt good that I at least won. Needless to say though…I didn’t sleep well at all. I had so much adrenaline flowing through my body that I couldn’t get to sleep. I still have a bit of it this morning.