Lava? In the L.A. river? Bah! Crazy head.
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blustockingIf you take pictures in a dream, when do you get the pictures back? How long DOES it take Mr.
Sandman to develop....and what does he charge anyway? Is it cheaper than Sav-On, cause Sav-On's pretty cheap.
Sooooo, guess what happened to meeee on the way to worky-poo? THAS RIGHT! I was hit, AGAIN! And for the same reason: Jerky, I'm-impatient-and-in-more-of-a-hurry-than-anyone-else fookin' driver.
Fucker.
Some jerk in an SUV, yessss, I looooove SUV's, decided he didn't WANT to be behind Mr. Slow-Moving Truck, so he decides to cut in front of me. (I saw him being a jerk and using the turning lane to get in front of traffic way before he hit me. Haaaate.) What with pesky velocity and all, I was already up near the truck, so Mr. Dumbass decides to shove me over anyway. Well. I wasn't havin' none o' that, so I honked and honked and he started to go back in his lane, but seemed to decide, "oh fuck it, I'm a big dumb guy driving a big dumb SUV, so I'll just go anyway, cause I'm indestructable." Ignoring my repeated honking, he swiped my side mirror and now it is hanging by it's power cord...my NEW fucking car. Bastard.
So I pulled over and he pulled over and he knew it was his fault. He gave me his info, I gave him mine, and he told me to get an estimate. Good. I don't want to tell the insurance company. Even though it was his fault, I don't want to deal with it. I only have one more year to be on my Dad's insurance and then my rates will go way down. I don't want to jeopardize that. Jerk. I hate SUV's and I hate California drivers.
I swear to Zooley, as soon as I finish school, I'm outta this fookin' state.
Sweeeear. *fist shaking*
Sandman to develop....and what does he charge anyway? Is it cheaper than Sav-On, cause Sav-On's pretty cheap.
Sooooo, guess what happened to meeee on the way to worky-poo? THAS RIGHT! I was hit, AGAIN! And for the same reason: Jerky, I'm-impatient-and-in-more-of-a-hurry-than-anyone-else fookin' driver.
Fucker.
Some jerk in an SUV, yessss, I looooove SUV's, decided he didn't WANT to be behind Mr. Slow-Moving Truck, so he decides to cut in front of me. (I saw him being a jerk and using the turning lane to get in front of traffic way before he hit me. Haaaate.) What with pesky velocity and all, I was already up near the truck, so Mr. Dumbass decides to shove me over anyway. Well. I wasn't havin' none o' that, so I honked and honked and he started to go back in his lane, but seemed to decide, "oh fuck it, I'm a big dumb guy driving a big dumb SUV, so I'll just go anyway, cause I'm indestructable." Ignoring my repeated honking, he swiped my side mirror and now it is hanging by it's power cord...my NEW fucking car. Bastard.
So I pulled over and he pulled over and he knew it was his fault. He gave me his info, I gave him mine, and he told me to get an estimate. Good. I don't want to tell the insurance company. Even though it was his fault, I don't want to deal with it. I only have one more year to be on my Dad's insurance and then my rates will go way down. I don't want to jeopardize that. Jerk. I hate SUV's and I hate California drivers.
I swear to Zooley, as soon as I finish school, I'm outta this fookin' state.
Sweeeear. *fist shaking*
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Fucking crackheads
I can't stand it, America is full of bratty retards who screw the good people over.
I hope your estimate comes to a million dollars and you financially kill the bastard.