bad.car.day

She was in the parking lot minding her own business when local tenants attacked.

Blood-red paint oozing down my poor baby's silver sheen. Happy Birthday, Cindy. We just wanted to let you know how much we cared. Enough to find and deface your car! Wait, that was your car, wasn't it? Cindy? Oh Cindy, I'm so glad we're such close friends.

"The Cuteness", as my younger brother and sister have deemed it, had a rough day today. Abject humiliation in the medium of sponge-paint markers just wasn't enough. After the hot sun had all morning to bake red paint onto her surface (yes, the Cuteness has gender now), the University Parking Police slapped a boot on her. You'd think a little leeway would be given when an automobile owner is about to buy a parking pass at their own apartment complex for said owner's new automobile, but, you'd be wrong.

When the unfortunate employees of this very enterprise returned to the scene of tragedy, my pathetic attempts to hop while wiping the back window were acutely humiliating. 5'1" girls with heels should not be required to scrub the back windows of a vehicle, compact or not. I'm just sayin'. Multiple apologies ensued, including hemming and hawing over whether they had booted my car on my birthday, about making me late to work, making me wait for over 30 minutes in the noon-day sun... I was nice to them, but I let them think it was my birthday. Is that wrong? It all just cracked me up.

Kudos, Cindy. Happy birthday.

new.effort

Well, I'm actually going to type something and leave it in a note. I guess my recent efforts to be pseudo-social on the internet for lack of greater time blocks lately has driven me to a mock-blog that will be anything but complete; and certainly less than I expect from myself.

How's that for a run-on sentence?

I hate when records feel incomplete. In any case, I'm the sort to filter, filter, filter; unless asked questions directly. It must be the little corner of my mind that says "less is more - don't be force-feeding people information they don't want." SO regardless of whether anyone reads my comments, they're going to be on my little page, and make me feel warm and toasty.

Today's thought: Last night I was driving around for the sheer joy of driving, and saw a young father walking his baby at 12:30 a.m.. He looked absolutely exhausted, but it was kind of sweet. It made me think how different the lives of various students at my university. It made me happy to be where I am; and appreciative at the same time of others taking good care of their families. It made me happy to know that someone cared enough to soothe his infant away from his wife and sleeping masses of apartment-dwellers.

that is all.