Dec 11, 2008 22:06
So I hit a patch of black ice one fine midnight in Oregon City, only when I hit it I was already recovering from a hydroplane from a puddle before. So I was sideways. So it was a surprise to me that I prevented the vehicle from flipping over. I did, however, slap the front of the frame repeatedly against the pavement, blowing shocks, struts, twisting the fork and turning the suspension into a twisted pile of slinky-like metal bits. The brakes shook apart under the impact, and the front right wheel hub folded in half, the impact also pulverizing the knuckle.
I love having insurance. I hate my car being in a shop while I twiddle my thumbs.
On a more cheerful note, my favourite cheater went AWOL after discovering that her "one true love" was the guy she stabbed in the back by having sex with me. Doesn't trust herself around me, so there goes a friend. Well, her brother too. And a client, her father. And a few hookups. And, well, a fucking friend. It sucks, alright? I can stand not fucking her (barely.) But losing that part...eh. Is this what emotional vulnerability feels like? I'd rather have that shit surgically removed.
On the flip side of possibilities, a one-time experiment for someone else turns into a lasting friendship with several notable people. Then there's that one time...nevermind.