heatherann

I'm starting to wonder what exactly it is about my poor little Saturn ION that begs for it to be abused? It's been rear-ended, side-swiped, and generally beaten up in the two and a half years I've had it.

When I had the electrical nightmare that was my '92 Cutlass Supreme, I never had one accident. But now that I have a dependable car, a car that doesn't stall at every stoplight, a car whose horn I didn't have to disengage because I no longer have that pesky smoking steering column problem, it's getting torn the hell up.

I was rear-ended this morning, and not in the super fun way. I have coffee all over myself, all over my car, and this kid's license plate reads backwards on my back bumper now. I'm always worried when I get hit that it's some slack-jawed yokel who doesn't have insurance. This kid not only had all of his teeth (and was wearing shoes), but he also had insurance. Phew!

I think I'm most irritated by the fact that I have to walk around with coffee stains all over myself all day than anything else.

Fucking fuck.