I’m not sure if one could classify it as a phobia per se, but I’ve had an irrational fear of driving other people’s cars for years (actually, I’ve never particularly liked driving in L.A., period). I can’t even have someone riding in my car with me without freaking out a bit unless they’re a close friend. And I hate caravanning too, so don’t ask me to do it. First thing to happen when I have enough money to do so: hire a chauffeur. Next on the list is a 24 hour masseuse, because massages are awesome.

It’s true that my sister Linda always seems to want to buy family members animals for their birthdays, myself included. Fortunately, the only pet I’ve received from her was a pet cockatiel, Bilbo, who was totally awesome. I’ve been lucky in that I’ve managed to dodge the ferret she’s been wanting to get me for years.

It’s also true that my mom’s celebrating her birthday this week! so help me wish Mombot a “Happy Birthday!”