fuck. me.
jesus fucking christ. i must have murdered a priest or something in a past life, cause i have the world's shittiest karma. i get my car back last night, and before i've even had it a full 24 hours, i hit some chick's van in the parking lot outside starbucks. and of course, there were like, four million people flitting around, so one of those oh-so-good samaratins called the cops, even though the woman didn't even seem like she was going to, she was all like, "i don't want any trouble, just give me your phone number and i'll leave, and we'll settle this later." and blah blah. i didn't even hit her that much, i just tapped her side a little tiny bit, and she already had these big dents in it anyway, that weren't even from me, and i know they weren't my fault cause jess was in the car and she pointed them out, like two seconds before i drove into them. and then the po-po got there, and i couldn't find my registration, and btw, did you know there's a $200 ticket for not having your registration on you when a cop asks for it? yeah, neither did i. luckily though, he didn't give me a ticket, he was just like " next time, have it with you." and i'm all "of course sir, thank you sir, hopefully there won't be a next time sir, and if there is i'll be sure to wear another skirt as short as the one i have on sir," cause i was kinda ho-ing it up a lil bit. but anyway, now i have to find that crap as well. and because i have a provisional lisence, he made it an un-fileable report or something, whatever that means, hopefully it means that my insurance won't skyrocket. i seriously hope that the woman doesn't try and blame me for all those dents and make me pay for them, cause honestly, there wasn't a scratch on either car. ok, hers had a little scuff mark, but nothing anyone would call the insurance company over. dear god, i hope not. ::sigh:: this has seriously like, ruined my week. i don't even know what my parents are going to do when i tell them, they'll be through the roof. shit, i am so fucked, it's not even funny. this is my second fender-bender in a month, both of which were my fault. and i can't not drive, it's way too much of a pain in the ass. dear lord, i suck at life. oh, and then, just to add insult and humiliation to injury, as i was talking to the cop, he was parked right outside starbucks, where i was supposed to meet a bunch of people, and i'm thinking to myself "i hope no one in there's noticed me," and i look up, and they're all in that giant front window staring at me, like 8 of them, just staring, like "what the fuck's she done now?" so, i just wave and smile, and hold up one finger and mouth "one second," and then go back to talking to the cop. haha, that was kinda funny, in a sucky sort of a way. at least i know how to make an entrance, even if it's by accident. heh. whatever, i'm done whining for today.