What happened today was the equivalent of washing your car an hour before a rainstorm.Only, in my case, it's the equivalent of getting into an accident two days after you take your car home from the repair shop.
Why? Cause I'm that fucking talented.
This is the drivers side of my car in reverse so you can compare stuff. Ya see, it doesn't look too bad but if you look closer, you can see that yours truly will probably be in need of a new car.
I wanted to go for a ride today and got everything ready. Packed lunch, oil (cause the oil leak is still there...not that it matters too much right now), yogurt, cell phone, everything in my car.
I get to Hurley and decide to hang a left. Upon doing so, I go through an intersection (unaware of a stop sign obstructed by a big blue delivery truck) and get slammed into on my passengers side door in the backseat. Right now, my car is a ¤three¤ door, Toyota sedan wagon cause the door in question is fucking useless. The windows should be shattering any minute.
So instead of getting out of her car and asking how I am (my car spun around, came to a screeching halt and could possibly have given me whiplash), I hear the lady in the Chevy Astrovan scream "Jesus Christ, didn't you see the fucking sign?" All the while I'm making profuse attempts to apologize for the dent in her front bumper and the barely bent hood.
She then throws in some guilt about how her 4 year old car has been through a lot.
Oh excuse the fuck out of me, you stupid old cunt (sorry to be vulgar). Your car hasn't already been hit once in the same exact spot of today's impact. Your car doesn't have a major oil leak that refuses to die. Your car hasn't been given new shocks, new muffler, new cv joints, new breaks, get the point? Your car probably won't have to be replaced because the price of the repairs you're going to need exceeds the overall worth of your vehicle. You can probably afford to fix your stupid van so why the fuck should you understand my problems? I'm sorry my car is older and has seen more...being old yourself, this is something you should understand.
State trooper comes by and an hour later, I end up with a ticket for ignoring a stop sign.
This will all be debated in court on July 16th, Tony's birthday and the day I get an MRI. Hopefully insurance will reimburse us enough to get me something decent to drive around...unless I get fucked twice and State Farm decides that because it was all my fault, they will only give money to the other person (she has State Farm as well).
Don't start with me today.
Interesting tidbit #5,000,012:
For the last week, at least one of my dreams each night involves me being pregnant. Pregnant enough to feel the kid kicking me from the inside.
I keep having them. In my dreams, I'm at ease, hell, even happy with my state.
I think I've been watching this movie one too many times. Not that this is a hard task or anything. It's only been on HBO at least 10 times in the last week. But so has Castaway yet I haven't had any dreams about being stuck on an island for four years after a plane crash.
Watch, I've just jinxed myself.
Your Friday Five
1. ...sent a handwritten letter? When I was younger I sent more handwritten letters than I currently do.
2. ...baked something from scratch or made something by hand?Yes I have but not in a long time. I used to make clay with salt, flour and water (or was it something else?)
3. ...camped in a tent? Never, if you'll believe it.
4. ...volunteered your time to church, school, or community?Lesseeee...last year due to school, I had to volunteer 18 hours of community service at the United Way for class and this year due to my stupidity, I had to volunteer for nearly 20 hours at a halfway home and paint the walls of a women's shelter in Troy. I recommend community service and volunteering.
5. ...helped a stranger?I always get the doors for people. Elsewise, there are little things that I do.
