Spot the New Generation Robber

The house got broken into days ago. The wrong part about this was not only a crime was committed but also the petty thieves preyed on my ugliest backpack and made it into their loot bag. It was a green and beige Esprit backpack that I put into good use as my gym bag since it has a lot of pockets, its only redeeming value. Well, they attempted to empty out most of the pockets except three, they made out with my gym membership card, a set of ponytails and a lock. As for stuff in my room they targeted things that were merely disposable like a jar of coins maybe worth ten bucks, my lottery prize of two bucks and cheap plastic watches I got from my mom, my aunt and my boyfriend (although I have an attachment to that Astroboy watch). Hey, I just realized I never bought a watch in my life, most of them were given to me, hah...anyway, half of the watches don't work and those that I recently replaced its batteries were left by the thieves, like my Wallace and Gromit watch (from my sister), Fossil given by my mom and a battery-less Swatch given by my dad. That's time taken off my hands woohoo...

As of things that are definitely worth the trouble of re-creating my identity, and much more valuable but superficial stuff that I would probably cry for, those were spared (my photography professor gave a sigh of relief; I got no excuse now for skipping my assignments). The robbers may have victimized a house of penny-pinching tenants whose property worth is cheaper than the gloves they used to cover their asses. At least they saved us our morality which is worth much more than their addiction needs (btw, f--- you for spooking our cat). Somewhere in the South City a person with an ugly green Esprit bag is walking in a paranoid fashion (fyi, that was also a gift, so, no offense taken).