the leading man in my 12-step plan has fallen on his face.

so hey, here's the deal.
my car got stolen last night.

okay so it's not actually my car. it's my dad's, but for the past year i've been the one driving it about 95% of the time. it makes funny noises and the speedo doesn't work when it's cold, and i miss it terribly.
i love that car. it fits all my gear and a bunch of people in it, and the sound of the doors closing is enchanting.

but after a nice day at work yesterday, i packed up and headed outside to drive home, but there was no car for me to do so in.

so um, if you took it i'd like it back please