| Current mood: | crushed |
| Current music: | the faint - blank wave arcade |
everyday is a struggle to stay awake, alert, etc etc. id like to crawl into a saddam hole and live there for awhile. everything is defined for you in a hole. you can inventory your entire life in the hole, and still have the afternoon to daydream, play with worms, whatever. did saddams hole have some sort of toilet? mine would. cant live smelling of feces. shit all up in your beard. not cool.
on my way home from work at 0300 tuesday morning i slid on a patch of ice into a parked pickup. it crushed my front end and now one headlight shines up into the sky. i left my phone number under the windshield wiper and duder called me later that day. well, his brother-in-law called me because he doesnt speak english. they came here so i could have a look at the damage to his truck. dent in bumper, chipped paint UNDER the bumper (where no one would ever see unless they were looking) and thats it. so, B.I.L. tells me i can give them $500 to save my insurance premiums or whatnot. i dont know anything about how insurance works - only that if you get lotsa tickets and are prone to smashing into shit, they raise your rates, or drop you all together. i just got this insurance 2 weeks ago. i havent even been billed yet. im tempted to tell those dudes to fuck off and go ahead with the insurance thing cos i dont have $500 to give them for a fuckin bumper. especially now that ive got to repair my own car which WAY more fucked than just a bumper dent. ill see how it works out tonight. the moral of the story is, unless your rich, dont leave your info on a vehicle youve just hit if no ones around. get away! also: dont love a car. i loved my car (im ill) and now look whats happened! its all smashed up and im inconsolable.
if i know you and youre nice ill send you a pic of me weeping over my once beautiful car.
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