The (end of) the car saga

There are things in my life that are not politics. I start to write about them and then some new horror rears its slimy appendage in Washington and whatever trivia inhabits my life gets swept aside by the sense that people ought to be LEFT TO PEE IN PEACE fercrissakes or maybe we ought to break with tradition and not send people back to war zones and gang brutality to die and maybe people who are not like us because of their skin colors or religious beliefs might, just MIGHT, also be humans worthy of equal consideration and fair treatment. Concept.

But still, life goes on and I'd like to tell you about how I hit Maximum Freak Out in my own personal space. This has nothing to do with politics, nor really anything important.
( And you are not a bad person if you don't care )

And another bit of art (icon)

If you're the sort who likes to change their profile appearance now and then, I give you another option:




Original inspiration from Brown-Eyed Girl here:
https://plus.google.com/u/0/100101669277240250023/posts/hGJhD9BowuZ