Well, I guess I am offcially "broken in" as a driver. I was in an accident tonight. The lady in front of me at the stop light hit her brakes when the light went green and I hit the gas, assuming green meant go and she didn't have her break lights on. I thought she was moving and so I went, too. Guess again. This sucks on so many levels I can't even begin to express how shitty I feel. The good things: No one was hurt and I did not receive a citation. The bad things: The car is royally fucked (both airbags deployed, the driver's side window got blown out, the front bumper and hood got compacted and the left headlight is pushed back about 6 incheds), no transporation means I can't get to work or to my sexy parties and that means no paycheck and that means no money to get the car fixed or get a new one. I was calm throughout the whole thing and didn't cry, yell, or vomit. I guess that's a plus. But I lost my calm when I got home and curled up on the couch and cried. I have no idea what we are going to do. I feel like shit balls and I feel like a douchebag fuck up. Even though it may not seem that bad, and the cop was really nice and the tow truck guys were friendly and gave me a "deal" and I use that term lightly, I still feel like the asshole because I basically fucked up our whole nice, comfortable situation. I wanna cry and scream at the same time. And Paul has been so supportive and helpful and that just makes me wanna cry more. UGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! 
