spencel

Hi all.

Sometimes, life throws you a curveball. Sometimes, 15 year old girls break into your house, steal your car keys, and give your car away to an 18 year old you've never met. Sometimes, that 18 year old just crashes your car into a lightpost. And then sometimes, police officers believe bullshit stories. Sometimes, those bullshit stories involve returning a car to the rightful owner upon finding out the car was stolen. I must be in the motherfucking twilight zone. That's all I can say about this shit.

Well, I'm leaving for OZ in 6 days. So I have 5 days to get my car insurance straightened out and deal with officer dumbshit.*

(*Twilight Zone Theme)

"Like cotton candy for the brain dead" --My pops commenting on Disney's TV shows



I just realized I'm more elated about my orange tree blowing up recently (like twice as many leaves in the last 12 days!!) than I am about having my car stolen and wrecked. That's probably because I will be gone for the next 6-12 months, but still...Mmm, I think I'll message my ego and say it's because I'm not materialistic.