Mr. Bigass Pig stays in the family.

Getting a flat tire in a rundown, kind of scary section of the city after dark: I saw that movie! It didn't end well!

Actually: It ended okay!

Rescue came in the form of: Dudes in Barack Obama t-shirts. I had all the right tools to put on my spare, but no actual idea what I was doing, and they were v. nice and got it done in 5 minutes. They put everything back in my trunk for me after, even. Sweet!

Things in the trunk: Coffee maker with no pot. 2 boxes of junk kitchenware. A pink flamingo with no feet. A baby doll. A bag of laundry. loveyouallwrong's white sunglasses. A giant pink ceramic pig-shaped piggy bank. Surprisingly enough, a spare tire, a jack, and a ...thing that came in very handy.

The pig: Currently being painted purple by a friend who saw him and had to have him. He has hot pink hooves, and will soon have drag queen eyes. I approve! I approve. I'm not really helping though, because --

Kahlua, Baileys + Soy Milk: Needed more soy milk. Whoooo.

Lessons learned the last time I drunk painted: Don't do that.

Other things I should not do: Groove like that to bluegrass.

Bluegrass: I know. But I really like it. I also like a lot of other things that kind of suggest I don't have much by the way of good taste, for example loveyouallwrong.

Oh snap: No, seriously, oh snap! :D

In other news: Did I mention, flat tire? Thing went from fine to shredded in less than a block, wtf.

Last thing I want to spend money on: A new tire.

Next thing I'm going to do: Fix everything with glitter glue.

Make it sparkly, and you'll barely even notice it's fucked up: A lifestyle choice that's gotten me pretty far!

Also: Shiny.

Sigh.