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I'm just going to ramble for a little while....
I just got off the phone to Rebecca, the woman who owns the car that I hit. Omfg.... the entire time her boyfriend was in the background screaming, "Don't f-ing wait any longer... blah blah wednesday, it's now friday... I'll get my f-ing car and drive over there and get it out of her.. f-ing... Sign a bloody what?"
*swollows hard*
I'm paying them, in full, tonight. Anyone want a beat up Ford Fairlane??? Cause apparently, now, I own it. Heh. Tomorrow, Rebecca and I will sign a little sheet of paper to certifiy she no longer owns my soul, and maybe now I won't get so frucking scared every time the phone rings anymore.
But atleast it'll be done.
I haven't heard a whisper from the guy who owned the car at the front, which is surprising.... nor from the cops. I'm not sure if I should be happy or not.
*finds a little corner to crawl up into for awhile*
I just got off the phone to Rebecca, the woman who owns the car that I hit. Omfg.... the entire time her boyfriend was in the background screaming, "Don't f-ing wait any longer... blah blah wednesday, it's now friday... I'll get my f-ing car and drive over there and get it out of her.. f-ing... Sign a bloody what?"
*swollows hard*
I'm paying them, in full, tonight. Anyone want a beat up Ford Fairlane??? Cause apparently, now, I own it. Heh. Tomorrow, Rebecca and I will sign a little sheet of paper to certifiy she no longer owns my soul, and maybe now I won't get so frucking scared every time the phone rings anymore.
But atleast it'll be done.
I haven't heard a whisper from the guy who owned the car at the front, which is surprising.... nor from the cops. I'm not sure if I should be happy or not.
*finds a little corner to crawl up into for awhile*