baby_donut

So yesterday, I went to NYC with the boy I am seeing. He just moved here from there. We had fun. I met his friends, ate sushi and drank forties. Then we went and slept at a squathouse in Brooklyn called the Batcave. The next morning we were trying to drive back into the city when a car came down a one-way street at 70 miles an hour and hit my car. I ended up bleeding a lot from my forehead and having to go to the hospital. My car was totalled and I had to call my parents to pick me up in the city. They were more worried about me than pissed but now I have no car, infact my car is still in Brooklyn and I feel pretty stranded and crappy about the whole thing. I should take pictures of my head gash to post. It's pretty punkrock and hardcore. Hope your lives are better than mine right now. xo