Honest to blog.

I wish I could think up stories as crazy as my actual life. I think it was mark Twain who said that truth is stranger than fiction. He, however has not ever been Sarah Hunt for a day and seen this craziness. Maybe I'll go in reverse chronological order. I feel like missy Elliot when she put her thing down flip it and reverse....it. Seriously. I got in a random person's car tonight thinking it was my mom's. i borrowed it to go see the blackout session and I was truly perplexed when the ignition key wouldn't open the door. I went round to the passenger side and to my amazement, the window was open. Eureka...I can drive home. As I peered into the car I smelled an unfamiliar scent and realized that the car wasn't my mom's afterall. It was a stranger's. FUCK. Now I'm on Bank street (in case you're my Miami friend, know it is synonymous with all the prostitutes in New London's hangout) breaking into some random car which I thought was my mom's. I guess I shouls have known it wasn't hers when I didn't see the I <3 skating bumper sticker??? Is this really my life? Fuck. good thing the only one who saw me was some random ass dude. This was only one tale form the night..trust you dont want to hear the rest......