fuck
I got in a car accident today.
At the end of my fucking street!
I was on my way home from work. My parents were away at the beach all day, my uncle is away all weekend. This was the first weekend all summer of him going to Webster where I drove him up there so I could have the car. I was going to have the whole day to myself and my dog.
I had stopped in Tealuxe to chat with Ray and his random other friends who pop in and out of there to visit. It was nice.
I was on my way home, and just a few blocks from my house, I noticed that this asshole, middle aged Rhode Islander fuckhead was tailgating me. Because five miles above the speed limit wasn't fucking fast enough for him. I approached my street, and began to slow down, but of course this asshole doesn't slow down. I was about to make the turn onto my street when I paused to notice that the asshole behind me wasn't slowing down and was speeding up to pass me while I made my turn.
In the few quick moments that this took place, a man driving in the other lane coming toward me, didn't notice me turning untill it was too late for him to hit his breaks. I would have been able to make my turn, and he would have merely swerved around the back of my car, had it not been for the asshole behind me cutting in front of my car at the exact same time. So to avoid a head-on collision with the asshole, the man in the other lane hit the back of my car. Causing my car to crash into the dead end sign at the top of my street, leaving a nasty dent on each side of my car. That, and a flat tire to go along with it.
I hit my head on the roof of my car when this happened. It didn't feel like that bad of a whack on the head, and I felt fine what that all hapened, but my next door neighbor who is a nurse, and and nervous wreck kept asking me if I was okay and if I wanted her to take me to the emergency room.
I really don't think I have a concussion, and in the off chance I do it's got to be a VERY minor one at that. But the obsessive compulsive hypochondriac in me keep over analyzing everythig I'm feeling, so now I don't know if I'm making up symptoms!!
FUCK!!!!
a) It's my uncle's car and we've had to fix a couple things on it this summer, and he always pays for it all.
b) I need to work my Boston job this week, and was going to drive up there.
c) I was also planning a trip with some friends from work to spend the day in boston and I was going to drive.
d) IT'S JUST NOT FUCKING FAIR!!!!!!!!!! **whimpers**
I hope I dont have a concussion, and I hope something works out with the car, and I hope that my life is gonna stop sucking some time soon.
I was just starting to enjoy this summer. Last night, in fact, I was thinking about how I didn't have much stress, and school was all in order. I was looking forward to the next few weeks before my busy school/theater season began.
Now this.
I need a hug.
. . . and teddy grams. Teddy Grams are, sadly, more easily obtainable.
At the end of my fucking street!
I was on my way home from work. My parents were away at the beach all day, my uncle is away all weekend. This was the first weekend all summer of him going to Webster where I drove him up there so I could have the car. I was going to have the whole day to myself and my dog.
I had stopped in Tealuxe to chat with Ray and his random other friends who pop in and out of there to visit. It was nice.
I was on my way home, and just a few blocks from my house, I noticed that this asshole, middle aged Rhode Islander fuckhead was tailgating me. Because five miles above the speed limit wasn't fucking fast enough for him. I approached my street, and began to slow down, but of course this asshole doesn't slow down. I was about to make the turn onto my street when I paused to notice that the asshole behind me wasn't slowing down and was speeding up to pass me while I made my turn.
In the few quick moments that this took place, a man driving in the other lane coming toward me, didn't notice me turning untill it was too late for him to hit his breaks. I would have been able to make my turn, and he would have merely swerved around the back of my car, had it not been for the asshole behind me cutting in front of my car at the exact same time. So to avoid a head-on collision with the asshole, the man in the other lane hit the back of my car. Causing my car to crash into the dead end sign at the top of my street, leaving a nasty dent on each side of my car. That, and a flat tire to go along with it.
I hit my head on the roof of my car when this happened. It didn't feel like that bad of a whack on the head, and I felt fine what that all hapened, but my next door neighbor who is a nurse, and and nervous wreck kept asking me if I was okay and if I wanted her to take me to the emergency room.
I really don't think I have a concussion, and in the off chance I do it's got to be a VERY minor one at that. But the obsessive compulsive hypochondriac in me keep over analyzing everythig I'm feeling, so now I don't know if I'm making up symptoms!!
FUCK!!!!
a) It's my uncle's car and we've had to fix a couple things on it this summer, and he always pays for it all.
b) I need to work my Boston job this week, and was going to drive up there.
c) I was also planning a trip with some friends from work to spend the day in boston and I was going to drive.
d) IT'S JUST NOT FUCKING FAIR!!!!!!!!!! **whimpers**
I hope I dont have a concussion, and I hope something works out with the car, and I hope that my life is gonna stop sucking some time soon.
I was just starting to enjoy this summer. Last night, in fact, I was thinking about how I didn't have much stress, and school was all in order. I was looking forward to the next few weeks before my busy school/theater season began.
Now this.
I need a hug.
. . . and teddy grams. Teddy Grams are, sadly, more easily obtainable.