I HATE PEOPLE!
Dec. 24th, 2005 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddogMassive angsting below. Cut to avoid cutting the holiday mood. Read if you want to know just how far the world has fallen.
Every year on Christmas eve, we visit my father's gravesite. We clean up the mess at the site, put up a small Christmas tree lit with battery operated lights and then leave a small present. There's a lot of odds and ends around the site most of the year; lots of people leave things like flowers and pennies.
This summer we started a small garden at the site. My father always loved garden lights, so we bought a set of two solar powered lanters to set up at the gravesite. They looked like this and were cute and shiney and all that.
Well, there was something wrong at the gravesite today. The lanterns were gone.
Some lowlife STOLE lanterns from my father's gravesite. Who in their right minds steals from gravesites? Thanks, asshats. Way to ruin my fucking Christmas. Think you're so tough and mighty for getting free shit from a graveyard? Remind me to piss on your graves if I ever find you. You're the type of scum who knock over tombstones on a lark, not thinking that there is a person behind each stone. Want something fun to do in the badass graveyard, you sad excuse for a rebel? Why not explore it, turn it into your playground? A graveyard is hands down one of the quirkiest locations in a community. It's more freaky and scary to know the corners and secrets of a graveyard than to randomly steal and destroy parts of it.
END RANT.
Every year on Christmas eve, we visit my father's gravesite. We clean up the mess at the site, put up a small Christmas tree lit with battery operated lights and then leave a small present. There's a lot of odds and ends around the site most of the year; lots of people leave things like flowers and pennies.
This summer we started a small garden at the site. My father always loved garden lights, so we bought a set of two solar powered lanters to set up at the gravesite. They looked like this and were cute and shiney and all that.
Well, there was something wrong at the gravesite today. The lanterns were gone.
Some lowlife STOLE lanterns from my father's gravesite. Who in their right minds steals from gravesites? Thanks, asshats. Way to ruin my fucking Christmas. Think you're so tough and mighty for getting free shit from a graveyard? Remind me to piss on your graves if I ever find you. You're the type of scum who knock over tombstones on a lark, not thinking that there is a person behind each stone. Want something fun to do in the badass graveyard, you sad excuse for a rebel? Why not explore it, turn it into your playground? A graveyard is hands down one of the quirkiest locations in a community. It's more freaky and scary to know the corners and secrets of a graveyard than to randomly steal and destroy parts of it.
END RANT.
