ok, sorry to let y'all hangin on what's the haps with me...past few days have been hectic, to say the least.
it's been proven once again that i can't just take a ride on the happy train--that is, whenever life is good, real good. example: I had a fabulous time at the super fun party; everyone was awesome, and it was a pleasure to hang out with them. so good time. Now for the life shits on me, once again: the following night, on my way home from work, somebody hits their breaks suddenly--and for no apparent reason--at the same instant that i look down at my consol. let this be a warning: one second could mean the difference between avoiding a collision, or hitting the fuck. it may sound harsh calling the other driver a fuck, seeing as i rear-ended them, but here's my reasoning: they fucking drove away!! gone!! disappeared!! so i'm there with my car FUCKED TO ALL HELL--them crumple zones nowadays really know how to take a hit for the team--and, yeah. i'm carless.
i'ma end it here before i start to sob again; but quick summary: Life goes good; the powers that be no likey; they shit on me; i'm carless, but otherwise ok--at leas i have my health, right?
oh yeah, shout outs to the Tucson Posse, and my newest friend above Conxuela
one more thing: i'm going to be getting my shit outta my car tomorrow, my car being where my camera is; let's hope that the tow truck company are a bunch of honest pricks and my camera is still in there. That way i can share some party pics
it's been proven once again that i can't just take a ride on the happy train--that is, whenever life is good, real good. example: I had a fabulous time at the super fun party; everyone was awesome, and it was a pleasure to hang out with them. so good time. Now for the life shits on me, once again: the following night, on my way home from work, somebody hits their breaks suddenly--and for no apparent reason--at the same instant that i look down at my consol. let this be a warning: one second could mean the difference between avoiding a collision, or hitting the fuck. it may sound harsh calling the other driver a fuck, seeing as i rear-ended them, but here's my reasoning: they fucking drove away!! gone!! disappeared!! so i'm there with my car FUCKED TO ALL HELL--them crumple zones nowadays really know how to take a hit for the team--and, yeah. i'm carless.
i'ma end it here before i start to sob again; but quick summary: Life goes good; the powers that be no likey; they shit on me; i'm carless, but otherwise ok--at leas i have my health, right?
oh yeah, shout outs to the Tucson Posse, and my newest friend above Conxuela
one more thing: i'm going to be getting my shit outta my car tomorrow, my car being where my camera is; let's hope that the tow truck company are a bunch of honest pricks and my camera is still in there. That way i can share some party pics
But yeah, ouch for the car being totalled. I hope mine doesn't have that happen for a good long time.