so as far as I can gather someone came by our house sometime after we left on saturday night and vomited and shit ALL over the porch, decided to come into the house and sleep in our bed and get shit all over our bed, then stole a pair of clothes and left their pants/shoes/shirt in the front yard covered in shit.
amazingly enough nothing in the house is missing, there was a laptop in the front room untouched, probably 5k (or more) in music gear in the back room untouched, a drawer full of cash that we've been saving to buy a house that was untouched. all that is amazing and I'm so relieved, but this is fucking weird. Thank god we decided to go out that night cause I don't know how I would react to waking up to a naked man vomiting and shitting on my porch. I mean it seems like the universe or god was looking out for us or something cause it was a random chance that we got reminded about that party last minute and left. Like the universe was trying to say "something bad is gonna happen, you should probably leave the house."
so weird.
