Break Him Down Down

This has been a week of fail. I've spilled something upon walking into every room, forgotten fairly important bits of work hither, thither, and yon, and been generally tired and cranky. In continuing this idea, today my baby brother begged me to borrow my car for a 'car show' thing they're doing at school (oh yeah, my car's just that awesome):

Kickin' S4
BCBG Black Over-Knee Buckle boots (Marshalls)
Black Pants, Roots White Ruffle Shirt (Roots)
Old Navy Tan Satin-Trim Cardigan (Old Navy)
Long Black Leather Gloves (Target -unexpected)
White Leather Jacket (Gift from my oh-so-cool grandma)

and I agreed, so I'm borrowing my parent's car for the day. Well, turns out I can no longer drive an automatic- I tried to clutch with the brake. Piece of advice- that does not work.

When I came home this evening, the elderly man who just moved in across the hall (lives by himself, I might add) was blasting some unexpected music. It's today's song of the day. Never mind that it's smelled like old person in front of the door for a few days now, he must be one cool old dude.

PS-my car won.

Song of the Day: Judas - Lady Gaga