It never rains, it never pours, it FUCKING TYPHOONS.

Some guido in a truck ripped the front bumper off my car in the BJ's parking lot, I woke up today with postnasal drip, I have cramps, and I gotta leave for fucking Texas on Saturday in that bumperless thing (well, its not technically bumperless, but I don't think holding it on with coat hangers counts).

To the guido's credit, he at least stuck around for the cops to come and write up the receipts.


P.S. Happy birthday, Freckles. I miss you.