Went to this thing over at Mission Skateboards... it was small but the little plaques with the stories were pretty interesting. Drove around. Went to Chow.

"How do you want it cooked?"  Just past twitching... but still bleeding.

Managed to wander around the Mission and around Market in 6" heels... Go ladyskillz.

Met Rebecca and her roommate Rose for a drink or 10 at DNA. Bootie is always so much fucking fun but DNA is one of the nastiest smelling places EVAR. And the upstairs permanently reeks of that nasty groundbeefnachocheese smell... Ugh. Seriously. Have fun puking that back up. Talked to my friend Jeremy for a bit who works there, I have this old ass picture of him at Royal that I emailed over... that seems like forever ago... Anyhoot.

Then when it hit Last Call, the DJ put on NIN - "Closer." Which is whatever. I like that song. EXCEPT PEOPLE DRESSED AS ALL THE CHARACTERS FROM SUPER MARIO got on stage and started dancing. There were little gold boxes that coins would "pop" out of and also clouds and those weird flower monster things. And then when the song got to "I wanna fuck you like an animal" Mario and Luigi start tagteaming Princess Toadstool. The dude dressed as Mario also had some strange strap on thing to help uh, demonstrate the "I wanna feel you from the inside" parts... Why did I not take pictures of this ? Well fuck if I know. None have surfaced on the interwebs either.

SO. AWESOME.

Woke up at 6am all cramped up on my friend's couch between 2 dogs going apeshit... I stumble over to the window, go oh, hey, that's my car alarm... oh hey, there's a dude in my car. oh hey, that sucks... This is all in slow motion in my brain of course because it's SIX IN THE FUCKING MORNING. If Ayla could get her wiggly little Pitt butt out the window she would have gotten fucken Chuck Norris on that dude. She doesn't fuck around. Glad they didn't get out though you never know if the fucker's gonna be dangerous or just cracked out...

Unlucky for dipshit I don't keep anything worthwhile in my car. He checked all the consoles in the front, ripped out the glove box (it's kind of boobie trapped from already being broken  *ahem* before)... Not interested in anything I had except my phone charger? Seriously? Didn't even want a copy of Krooked Kronichles? Or a laminated pass thing that's been in there since SOTY 2006? Mini Maglite? That makes a damn good gift dude, YOU DIDN'T EVEN WANT THE MINIMAG?!??!

For whatever reason I hadn't taken my *cough* $$$ corset out of the back seat after Halloween, but it sat there, happy as a clam, untouched... I still basically win. I also have bangin' insurance so I don't really give a fuck. I don't know why but I was kind of cracking up about it, just because of how pointless it was. And because there was a really nice car parked in front of me and a really easy to get into car parked behind me. And because over the last several years, I've been parking my car on this same damn street in approximately the same damn spot. Meh. Got the shop vac and handled it. It's sort of ironic because last night, while we walked back to my car to change shoes, I was telling Rebecca how weird it was that my life basically has become so simplified and easy right now, and the entire world has opened up since a few drastic changes happened this year -- that it was so weird for my life in particular to be this easy and problem-free, that something bad has to happen now to balance it out.

I guess everyone should have their car broken into at least once in their life. Cherry: popped. Not bad.