I'm watching this Last Templar adventure movie on NBC, and Mira Sorvino has my undying gratitude for jumping Scott Foley's bones less than 15 minutes into the show. Girlfriend has taste.
Also, his name in this is Sean, so I'm now imagining that his oceanographer character from Scrubs went into the FBI to make a clean break after Sarah Chalke's character dumped him.
So, somebody broke into our apartment and stole some things. Nothing of mine was taken, but it's deeply unsettling.
SHIT, shrift! That sucks.
OMG Shrift! Someone you know? Either way, that totally sucks.
Jesus, shrift! That's scary. Change your locks and take your backups somewhere else. And photograph everything and put it somewhere safe (I've put my insurance photos on flickr.) I've been paranoid about that since a breech of trust and even without losing anything, it was really upsetting (unknown to the person I trusted, and I've been a coward about explaining it to her. Let's just say someone got a hold of the keys I gave her and entered my apt while I was gone without my permission. I knew because EW, I found a condom wrapper. I did lots of laundry. FTR, it wasn't my neighborgirl.)
Shit, shrift! That sucks!
I just read a status message on Facebook from my friend Ivy as being from ita. and I was shocked and disturbed to see my former crazy neighbour, now city councilor, commenting on this post. I couldn't fathom how she and ita could know each other. I probably stared at it, with a picture of my friend Ivy right by the post, for about 3 whole minutes before I realized my error. I am clearly not firing on all cylinders.