That's the best kind of good.

My car is being nice to me this week, it feels like the calm before the storm. I should be worried.
I can't wait to move to NY and never have to drive ever again.
I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.