1. If plus sizes cost more, small sizes should cost less.

2. On the 405S just north of The Getty.

3. We were on the 405 returning from Chatsworth where Brian purchased this:

Yes, it is a damn fine piece of ass.
[Photo courtesy of A4wheelin]

4. Scene: It’s Wednesday night, B and I are on our laptops in the living room. Roomie D had gone out with several of his coworkers and brought them over, two girls and one guy.
Girl1: Hi, nice to meet you, what’s your name?
m: Maki.
G1: Aww that’s cute. By the way I’ve been bugged by this all day — I don’t feel like my shirt matches my shoes.
      I got up sooo early and I was so tired and I just grabbed whatever was there.
      Do you have any shirts I can borrow?
      I mean, you know, I can give them back to D. Or what size are your feet? Can I borrow some shoes?
m: I’m a 5.5-6.
G1: Awww, that’s so cute! I have this perfect ballerina body so I’m tall and skinny, but with these huge size 9 feet.
m: ……..Okay, here, just try this. [Trying to make the crazy stop.]
G1: I’m wearing this bra underneath, can you see it?
      It’s convertible, I’ll just take the straps off.
      [whips off shirt, turns her back to me]
      Can you unclasp the straps back there? I mean, I don’t usually ask people I just met to do this, but you’re D’s roommate and all.
m: ….. [She and D had known each other for two weeks. And D and I had known each other for two weeks.]

To be honest, she did have a ballet body and a nice rack. But still. It was like a tornado of CWG [crazy white girl] passed by and I let it whelm me.

5. The guy who D brought over laid down on the carpet in the living room. While I was in the bedroom undoing CWG’s straps, I heard Brian, “Baby? Maki? Come here, quick, bring the cleaning stuff.” Dude had started vomiting on the carpet, tried to run for the sink and in the process, using centrifugal force, splattered the kitchen floor, microwave, oven, trash bucket, step stool, counters, and the burners. It was a “But HOW?” moment.
     After the guy had stopped heaving, he and the Girl2 who was helping [not very well] wipe up walked back onto the carpet in their shoes and tracked it around. And then, it turned into “But WHY?”. Common sense ≠ common.
     At that point, D walked in, saw the situation, and became absolutely mortified. Strangely, the entire time, the guy didn’t say anything besides, “I gotta go, man, my girl’s waiting, I gotta go.” Later, when D came home, he kept apologizing and said that he tore him a new one for one, not being on at the very least the tiled surface if he was that sick, and two, being disrespectful. We have a good roomie.
     The worst was when I was wiping up and I said, “It smells like dairy. And corn chips. Oh, like nachos!” and Brian said, “Yeah, D said they had Mexican food.” Sometimes, I hate being right. We’re going to get our carpet cleaned.

And so, our Wednesday night went from quiet to WHATTHEFUCKISGOINGON in a split second. This is why I’m not very good with people.