Today, I Didn't Even Have to Use My A.K. I Gotta Say, It Was a Good Day.

Dude, I had three hideous things to do today:

1. Take my car to the dealer service shop because it was making a funny noise.
2. Transfer my plates from The Green Machine to The Dove.
3. Go to a hideous laser appointment in which they murder the hair follicles of my bikini line.


Any ocassion in which I have to deal with mechanics, the DMV, or voluntary pain pretty much guarantees I'm gonna get pissed off and cry like a bitch, so I was sure that trying to take on all three was going to make my head implode.

Fortunately, each encounter was like a delicious buttery piece of French toast and went deliciously! I was so skurred that my new car was a secret piece of shit and I'd have to spend a lot of $$ to fix it, BUT, not only do I get a free new radio for my car, but the noise is just the antennae! (Duh, on my part.) And at the DMV, there wasn't even a line! I just walked up and handed her some shizzy and went on my merry way. Then, the laser thing was super easy and they had installed televisions in the rooms, so while my hoo ha was being electrocuted, I got to distract myself by ironically watching Geraldo's mustache.

Clearly, something is up with the cosmos and my luck is as close to superluck as it's ever going to be. So I bought a Powerball ticket. Keep your fingers, toes, and butts crossed in the hopes that I become a hot rich sugar mama! Ow ow!