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Friday, January 17th, 2003
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7:10a
I had an accident last night. I was on Tuller Village Pkwy by the Byers Chervrolet dealership, and it was slick, and my car couldn't hold onto the ground. So, instead of crashing into the car in the oncoming lane, I whipped my wheel around and crashed into a lightpole instead. I'm okay, just not wanted to drive. My car on the other hand, has a lot of under body damage. I have a scratch. A measly scratch on the front bumper, so I'm going to get that replaced, but other than that there was no structural damage. I ruined the steering axel, and who knows what else. But I'm okay, which is all that matters. I was on my way to the Delta Zeta house, so needless to say, I never made it there. Thank you to Jake, who showed up at the spot to be there, to the Byers Chevrolet people that came and let me sit in a tester of a Tracker to wait for the police, the man that stopped to call the police because I was to hysterical, the woman who told me about her daughter crashing through 7 light poles on a turnpike in WV, even though it didn't make me feel that much better, and then the other Byers boys who said that they ought to buy a mazda for how well it shaped up. If I had my neon, I probably wouldn't be here because the outerbody would have crumbled so much that I would have been the one to crumble with it since I hit the light pole on the drivers side of the car.
Well, no driving for awhile for me. Who wants to take me places?
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