No, Please, Fuck Me Over Some More
Sit down, kids. Let auntie Sawa tell you a little story about last night.
This fucking backwater Auburn pile of sweatpants-wearing SHIT thought I was tailgating him, when in all reality we had just come down the last part of a huge hill I live on (where I HADN'T been tailgating him at all), and was just trying to get my completely shitty breaks to work and slow myself down a bit, so he decided, in all of his one-celled wisdom, to slam on his brakes for NO FUCKING REASON OTHER THAN TO MAKE ME CRASH INTO HIM.
Because it was 5:30, it was already dark outside, and I figured that he had actually braked for some other reason than to just fuck me over, so I got out and, after seeing nothing in front of his truck, asked him why he slammed on his breaks. His response: "Couldn't stop tailgating me, could ya, bitch?" He then told me that he didn't care about sticking around since his truck only had a few scratches, and proceeded to try to pry his trailer hitch from my bumper, jumping up and down on my bumper, as I stood with my jaw dropped, unable to comprehend that he'd even thought to do it let alone actually done it and then attempted to LEAVE before the cops got there.
WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG WITH THE HUMAN RACE. I really don't fucking understand.
Anyway.
State police showed up long before the local police did, right as this fucking dumbass figured out that he had to take the pin out of the hitch to detach his truck from my car. So, at the very least, he didn't get away with it, but I'll get to that later. I didn't really understand the damage done until I tried to move my car out of the middle of the road. The entire front end of my piece of shit car is completely mangled. My car won't even start.
For those of you that don't know, my parents are not only completely pissed off at me for coming home late numerous times (an entirely different story), but were threatening to forcibly kick me out of their house if I fucked up one more time. Because of their behavior lately, I have no idea whether my mother's going to be completely pissed off and take the fucker to court over this, or be completely pissed off at ME and kick me out anyway, telling me I deserve it. I managed to not get a ticket for some reason (and am unsure if the asshole did or not), got my car towed on my own and everything since no one was able to go out there for at least another hour, and my babysitter (yet another story) arrived just as my car and I did. He didn't do anything other than ask me if I was alright a million times and go off on a completely inane tangent.
Lael (Josiah's sister) drove me to Josiah's since that was where I was headed anyway, which is where I am right now. After pulling myself together, I've realized that I'm fucked anyway because I forgot to take all of the trash out to the garbage bins yesterday, and that, my mother's told me, is reason enough to be kicked out, what with my awful behavior and all. So, if I'm not lucky, which I don't seem to be, I will be stuck without a car, kicked out of my house and end up god knows where -- if it isn't close enough to my college, I'm going to fail two of my three classes and possibly not graduate on time, will be even more unable to get a job, have to pay ungodly amounts of insurance, and be utterly broke.
No one gave me my babysitter's cell phone number, so there's no way I can get ahold of him, and the nearest bus stop to my house is six miles away. My biological father doesn't know about Josiah, and I would have to explain quite a bit to him about all of this, but if I really need to, I can ask him for a ride, though I honestly don't know if I'd get one or not. I'm pretty much stuck in Seattle at Josiah's apartment, and if I'm not home today by 5pm, I'm giving my parents even more reason to kick me out of their house.
I don't even know how to end this post.
This fucking backwater Auburn pile of sweatpants-wearing SHIT thought I was tailgating him, when in all reality we had just come down the last part of a huge hill I live on (where I HADN'T been tailgating him at all), and was just trying to get my completely shitty breaks to work and slow myself down a bit, so he decided, in all of his one-celled wisdom, to slam on his brakes for NO FUCKING REASON OTHER THAN TO MAKE ME CRASH INTO HIM.
Because it was 5:30, it was already dark outside, and I figured that he had actually braked for some other reason than to just fuck me over, so I got out and, after seeing nothing in front of his truck, asked him why he slammed on his breaks. His response: "Couldn't stop tailgating me, could ya, bitch?" He then told me that he didn't care about sticking around since his truck only had a few scratches, and proceeded to try to pry his trailer hitch from my bumper, jumping up and down on my bumper, as I stood with my jaw dropped, unable to comprehend that he'd even thought to do it let alone actually done it and then attempted to LEAVE before the cops got there.
WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG WITH THE HUMAN RACE. I really don't fucking understand.
Anyway.
State police showed up long before the local police did, right as this fucking dumbass figured out that he had to take the pin out of the hitch to detach his truck from my car. So, at the very least, he didn't get away with it, but I'll get to that later. I didn't really understand the damage done until I tried to move my car out of the middle of the road. The entire front end of my piece of shit car is completely mangled. My car won't even start.
For those of you that don't know, my parents are not only completely pissed off at me for coming home late numerous times (an entirely different story), but were threatening to forcibly kick me out of their house if I fucked up one more time. Because of their behavior lately, I have no idea whether my mother's going to be completely pissed off and take the fucker to court over this, or be completely pissed off at ME and kick me out anyway, telling me I deserve it. I managed to not get a ticket for some reason (and am unsure if the asshole did or not), got my car towed on my own and everything since no one was able to go out there for at least another hour, and my babysitter (yet another story) arrived just as my car and I did. He didn't do anything other than ask me if I was alright a million times and go off on a completely inane tangent.
Lael (Josiah's sister) drove me to Josiah's since that was where I was headed anyway, which is where I am right now. After pulling myself together, I've realized that I'm fucked anyway because I forgot to take all of the trash out to the garbage bins yesterday, and that, my mother's told me, is reason enough to be kicked out, what with my awful behavior and all. So, if I'm not lucky, which I don't seem to be, I will be stuck without a car, kicked out of my house and end up god knows where -- if it isn't close enough to my college, I'm going to fail two of my three classes and possibly not graduate on time, will be even more unable to get a job, have to pay ungodly amounts of insurance, and be utterly broke.
No one gave me my babysitter's cell phone number, so there's no way I can get ahold of him, and the nearest bus stop to my house is six miles away. My biological father doesn't know about Josiah, and I would have to explain quite a bit to him about all of this, but if I really need to, I can ask him for a ride, though I honestly don't know if I'd get one or not. I'm pretty much stuck in Seattle at Josiah's apartment, and if I'm not home today by 5pm, I'm giving my parents even more reason to kick me out of their house.
I don't even know how to end this post.