blustocking | (no subject) (Reply)

It's amazing how fast a day can turn to shit.

After a lovely day and a half with

rainstories and some wonderful, wonderful photos taken, I get hit by a WHITE Izuzu Trooper. The lady was very, very nice and no one admitted fault, but I am pretty damn sure it was her. As I was driving along behind her, waiting for the opening to the left-hand turn lane, she was being very slow. So as soon as the turn lane opened and I could LEGALLY get in it, she decided she would too and we side-swiped each other. Now my other side view mirror is gone, busted, and there are big, crinkly dents just after my tire. Son of a bitch. Immediately after the accident, in that haze that follows, I was trying to figure out if it could be my fault, did I really wait until the turn lane was open? But then when I ran back to get my mirror, I saw it was at least 7 feet in the turn lane, so yes. I know Allstate will drop me now, my fault or not. Even if they don't, I HAVE to get my own insurance as I can't make my parents keep paying for this b.s.

I can't have nice things apparently. I still haven't fixed the last dent because I had to use the money for RENT.

Re-considering moving out of this damn city again, but like usual, I'm not sure if I could do it.

Fuck.

I'm not even ready to go home Tuesday. I still have laundry and errands to take care of, not to mention the fact that I have so many bills that I can't pay.

I'm calling stinking Brentano's today
Now to go remind everyone in