UPDATE: my brother's car was

UPDATE: my brother's car was found. The locks were drilled out and the radio gone, but otherwise in good condition. My mom says he was a little bummed--might have been angling for a new car.

We had a real torrential downpour yesterday and I ran into a friend as we were both slogging through midtown. I had a clunky umbrella that was so soaked it was actually beginning to rain in on me from the inside. He was decked out in a simple Gor-Tex rain jacket and was able to maneuver fairly well around the clot of umbrellas--which everyone uses--and bags. It made me think about how when I lived in Tacoma, we never used umbrellas. Ever. Everyone was the perfect stereotype of the outdoorsy hiker with their fleece and rain gear. Is that because we were on a college campus, in the North West, or is it because umbrellas are city things?

Also, I'm still being a blog bum and have nothing of consequence to post. For some reason, you guys seem a bit ehhh on the whole cookies and cats pictures, so instead of my rainbow and glitter photos I was planning on posting, here's some deep dark secrets to keep you occupied.

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