LarryMullen's POPAngel
Blue Crack Distributor
On the way home, coming off the service drive. We were all backed up, and I was looking to see if anyone was coming. I hit this Explorer in front of me. The right headlight is smashed, the grill plate is broken, the hood is (slightly) bent, and we think the steering fluid (?) is leaking, therefore making it really fucking hard to turn my steering wheel. Of course the asshole in the Explorer got away without a scratch. He was a dick, too. Here I was, this hysterical young girl, and not even an "Are you OK?" Fucker.
I feel like such a goddamn idiot. I guess my mom and I are going to get the minimum on it fixed, then I am selling this fucker if possible then getting something new. It hasn't been a lemon, not in the slightest, but I just never felt "right" with this car, if you know what I mean. I am going to sound like a spoiled brat here, but I am used to driving newer cars.
Anyway, with the way I was feeling this morning and throughout the day, I should have stayed in bed and said "fuck it all", at least for one day.
I feel like such an ungrateful crybaby, too, because it could have been worse, I could have gotten hurt.
I feel like such a goddamn idiot. I guess my mom and I are going to get the minimum on it fixed, then I am selling this fucker if possible then getting something new. It hasn't been a lemon, not in the slightest, but I just never felt "right" with this car, if you know what I mean. I am going to sound like a spoiled brat here, but I am used to driving newer cars.
Anyway, with the way I was feeling this morning and throughout the day, I should have stayed in bed and said "fuck it all", at least for one day.
I feel like such an ungrateful crybaby, too, because it could have been worse, I could have gotten hurt.