So I fell out of a moving car. No really. I FELL OUT of a goddam car. It wasn't even cool like a high speed pursuit where I had to tuck and roll to escape the quickly encroaching villains. Nope I fell out, on my ass, and shaved off the skin on the right side of my body. Not here *indicates top of head* or here so much *indicates tips of toes* but right in here *gingerly indicates entire right side of body* All I wanted to do was pass out candy to children, laugh at how cute they are, pass out from sugar OD by 8:30pm. Instead, I cried and felt sorry for myself. Then, OD on chocolate and pain killers. Although for any of you that know me, I typically call that "Friday" but whatever. It's pretty gnarly in all reality and I ended up missing 2 days last week b/c I have not mastered remaining on the inside of a moving vehicle. That is my usual position, inside not dangling by an ankle as the car grinds to a halt. I now find, not only is more fuel efficient, it slightly less windy. Plus, there's no blood loss, and the copious amounts of ibuprofen costs. Just a tip, stay in the car.