atomicant

yeah, so today i got hit by a car. whilst crossing the street.

first off, it wasn't just a car. it was a smart car. yeah, that lame ass little hippie mobile. driven by a lame ass middle aged hippie.

best part? a cop was right behind her. saw the entire incident.

so, basically, some vapid 40 year old tofu muncher wasn't watching what she was doing, and knocked my ass to the curb. all in all, i'm ok. a little sore on the right side, the knee isn't too happy (but then again, it doesn't take much to knock that knee out of whack), and i got a scrape or 2 on my hands. but the cop wouldn't let me go until the paramedics made an appearance and cleared me. so i had to sit on the curb downtown for 45 minutes or so waiting for them to show up and ask if i had a concussion, and then give me some advil. i mean, it's still 1999, right?

aside from everything else, good and bad, in my life, i got hit by a car. and a fucking smart car at that. i can't tell if my life sucks or rocks. i'm going to stick with rocking. because, in all honesty, it does.