Hey, Happy New Year 2009!
How about somebody eff's my car up in their revelries! Why not? I mean, it's me. My car is like a goddamn magnet for bad behavior.
That's what happens when I opt for a laid-back New Year's Eve, due mostly to illness. I mean, I could have gone out (I was 80% recovered) but I thought, "Meh. I can watch movies."
And then somebody tears up my car IN ITS PARKING SPOT. AGAIN.
Sigh. Fuck you very much, Oakland.
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