krispix

Some dumb high school chick hit me while I was stopped at a red light on Friday. Not really the way I wanted to kick off my Friday night. Two blocks from home, too. Cracked my rear bumper (my car is oh-so-very plastic), But it kind of matches the sexy keyed white paint that is the exterior of my car. I hate people sometimes. But anyway, I didn't even exhange info--didn't really care. Didn't want a girl who just got her license to have a spot on her record and screw up her insurance. I made her promise to be more careful, and she promised, and we were on our merry ways. She was extremely apologetic too.

After researching ferrets for months, I've decided against one because they're just too much maintenance for me. My "roomie" (i.e the chick who's never there but pays half the rent and the electric bill) went with me to the Humane Society. We didn't expect to fall in love with a kitty, but we did. His name is Onyx. None of you better adopt himi before noon tomorrow or I'll stab you. Putting him on hold for Monday when I get paid. So excited.

Heather and I went to the Chatterbox tonight, ate, played the Game of Life. Had I known the object of the game was to get the most money, I would've written a term paper in high school about it and gotten an A. Seriously, it's a term paper in the making.

Saw Batman Begins. It was amazing. Most of the males in that movie wore eyeliner and/or mascara. Dr. Crane was especially tasty. Only one frame splice that was really bad. A new record!

Saw Tom Rhoades (am I spelling that right?) at ACME on Wednesday. I'd never been to a comedy club, as much as I love stand-up. I'm completely addicted now.