Not music thieves, not artist thieves, but those bastards that actually break into your house and steal all your shit.
'Kay, so I exxagerate a bit, not everything was taken, but just about the most important thing to me was. That is, (though it may sound a little shallow), my laptop.
MY LAPTOP. It pretty much has my life stored on it! It's been with me for three(?) years, has all of my music on it (~1500 songs, +more not on iTunes) and, more importantly, all of my writing on it. And that shit's oooold. Stuff you can't replace, not like my music collection. It's got stuff from when I first started writing yeeeaaars ago, to stuff that I'm wri