Well my car was found. Apparently the Lo Jack was deactivated because professional criminal types know how to do that. I saw the car yesterday and it was totally trashed- it did not look like a gangster-mobile that I could bang chicks in. It looked more like something a child molester would drive or something. I should maybe rent it out to schools who are filming those "don't talk to strangers" shorts that they show to 2nd graders. It would be the perfect vehicle for the role of the "stranger". The big 22" rims and tires were replaced with generic ugly old rims and tires that were half the size. All the Cadillac logos were ripped off, and the navigation and the steering wheel panel was ripped off. AND there were cigarette butts all over the car- and a bunch of empty packs of Dentyne.

it's good to know that whoever took the car has some nice fresh breath!

My Ipod and Mr.James Deen's Ipod were both stolen, so was one stripper heel, a leather jacket, my insurance, my registration, the car's warantee , my garage door opener, and um... a bunch of parking tickets. It would be pretty rad if they decided to go and pay them!

Oh and the car also had a "for sale" sign on it- with a phone number that I called- and it didn't work. These people obviously didn't know the first thing about running a business- I mean if you want to sell anything, you really need a working phone. Sheesh. Maybe they should go to a panel I am speaking on sometime and they could learn a thing or two.

Now I just have to fight with my insurance to get them to pay for this stuff- and I will not be blogging about that because it is incredibly boring to hear about.

I will be posting photos from Erotica LA next =)