My 24th year starts with a bang...
So Saturday was awesome and a lot of crazy shenanigans went down at Rishelle's abode in Tacoma--I mean Federal Way. Before heading down, I am pretty sure I ran into Jenn at Walmart, where I try not to frequent, but we were looking for American History X for Megan...anyway, I didn't say hi because apparently the soda isle is the most frequented isle in Walmart. But strange that we vaguely run into each other just after I mentioned in here that I'd love to talk with her again...But I'm a chicken shit, so the end. Jonathan got sloshed again at Rishelle's and another prom dress was produced to let him strut around in. Good times. At least there was no puking this time around. At 11:58pm, we all sang Happy Birthday to Megan, then at midnight everyone sang it to me...it was cute.
The next morning, on our way home for a day of shopping with my mom, some asshat merged into my lane, effectively crashing into the side of poor Blue Thundah (my car). I was asking the gentleman on his cell phone, politely, "WHAT THE FUCK?!", and he gave me hand gestures (no, not that one) to pull over. I turned down the next road (we had just left Rishelle's, and I had no idea where we were), and the fucker took off! So, I flipped a bitch and went after the asshole. I got his information down (Jonathan is useless in such tasks I discovered; he pulled his cell phone out to freakin' text the information!), honked at him, drove up beside him to see he was still on his phone, calmly said some more polite tidings from the safety of the car, saw that he had no intention of pulling over, and determined I myself would because I was now thoroughly freaked out. We called 911 (my first time ever), and when I tried to get out of my car...I couldn't! Damn prick jammed my door all up. Grr. Anyway...as of writing this, I haven't heard back from the Federal Way Police...and now I'm getting pretty worried about it all. I contacted my insurance today to report it. Damn premium is probably going to go up again for another accident I had no control over. People suck. And that was my birthday! Yippee! Wonder if one could sue for "restitution of a ruined Birthday".
The next morning, on our way home for a day of shopping with my mom, some asshat merged into my lane, effectively crashing into the side of poor Blue Thundah (my car). I was asking the gentleman on his cell phone, politely, "WHAT THE FUCK?!", and he gave me hand gestures (no, not that one) to pull over. I turned down the next road (we had just left Rishelle's, and I had no idea where we were), and the fucker took off! So, I flipped a bitch and went after the asshole. I got his information down (Jonathan is useless in such tasks I discovered; he pulled his cell phone out to freakin' text the information!), honked at him, drove up beside him to see he was still on his phone, calmly said some more polite tidings from the safety of the car, saw that he had no intention of pulling over, and determined I myself would because I was now thoroughly freaked out. We called 911 (my first time ever), and when I tried to get out of my car...I couldn't! Damn prick jammed my door all up. Grr. Anyway...as of writing this, I haven't heard back from the Federal Way Police...and now I'm getting pretty worried about it all. I contacted my insurance today to report it. Damn premium is probably going to go up again for another accident I had no control over. People suck. And that was my birthday! Yippee! Wonder if one could sue for "restitution of a ruined Birthday".