True Story: The Case of the Broken Car Door Handle

I had to move my brother's car yesterday so the gardener could cut the bushes in the driveway.
When I go to open his car door, I see that the handle is broken.
I mentioned it to my dad today and he shared the reason why it is broken.
My brother used to be a pizza delivery guy for Pizza Hut.
One day he is delivering a pizza.
He gets out of the car to knock on the door and when he looks back at his car he realizes that it's still moving.
He had left the car un drive and it was moving towards the house.
He runs over to the car and in his desesperation to open the car door, he breaks the handle.
In the end, the car was stopped by a post near the house and his car door handle was broken
And yes, he did successfully deliver the pizza.
Pizza is life. 

we can't be models

so i retook the GREs today because i wasn't happy with my quantitative score the first time around. i've spent nearly 5 months studying several hours of math each week in order to raise my score--i didn't even bother to review other areas of the test.
and what happens!?!
my quantitative score drops by a couple points, and my verbal score SIGNIFICANTLY increases! like, nearly perfect score. wtf.
anyway...my goal in writing this blogpost was actually to tell you, my reader, about my modeling career. it's over.
i watched an episode of america's next top model after getting home, relaxing, etc. all these model candidates are between the ages of 18-23. i'm going to turn 23 in a couple of months, i can't be a model now. wtf. no one warned me of this.