This week has been a rather interesting week for me. I swear I almost died like 3 fucking times. So what happened was...
I'm driving along going home from work and I was stopped ready to take a left. I know I had my turn signal on because my car's ghetto and you have to do it by hand. I look in my rearview and here's this fucking Dodge Durango flying at me. All I can think is "Great, we're going to be here forever." CRASH. BOOM. CRUNCH. OW. Ok, I drive this little Dodge Shadow ('92). The whole rearend of my car smashed. Dammit, I had my new sewing machine in the back too. I'm all fucked up as well (I'm ok now except my back). It took the cops an hour to get there because simutaneously with my accident there was an armed robbery. Fan-fucking-tastic. So we finally get everything squared away and I'm on my way home and I get pulled over twice for my car being fucked up. I had to prove that it just happened. That's not even the half of it...
I went to Woodshock. Around here it's a huge punk and metal festival. It's a blast. Well, during Legbone we were moshing (or dancing rather just a bunch of us small punk rockers) and some fat metal head gets in and starts pushing everyone around. Long story short I end up with a completely broken nose from that guy and had to get it reset. But oh come Monday...
There was a truck in front of me and it was raining. The truck turn a fast left and I had to slam on my brakes. *Great add to my already neck brace wearing neck and back* I look up and here's a blue "Too Fast Too Furious" looking car sliding towards the front end of my car. So I'm thinking, "As if my car isn't fucked up enough" and then I look in my rearview. The lady behind me decided that she also was going to crank her wheel so she's sliding at my tail end. I took a deep breath, let go of the wheel and covered my face. Nothing happened. I look up in time to see the woman and the guy just miss each other and the guy jump through three front yards. Thank Jeebus that my fiancee's work was a block away because I was fucking HYSTERICAL! Then we went home and I sedated myself for two days.
Add that with arguing with 3 of your roomates (I live with 5 people) and you get a really stressed out me. I need to get drunk.
I'm driving along going home from work and I was stopped ready to take a left. I know I had my turn signal on because my car's ghetto and you have to do it by hand. I look in my rearview and here's this fucking Dodge Durango flying at me. All I can think is "Great, we're going to be here forever." CRASH. BOOM. CRUNCH. OW. Ok, I drive this little Dodge Shadow ('92). The whole rearend of my car smashed. Dammit, I had my new sewing machine in the back too. I'm all fucked up as well (I'm ok now except my back). It took the cops an hour to get there because simutaneously with my accident there was an armed robbery. Fan-fucking-tastic. So we finally get everything squared away and I'm on my way home and I get pulled over twice for my car being fucked up. I had to prove that it just happened. That's not even the half of it...
I went to Woodshock. Around here it's a huge punk and metal festival. It's a blast. Well, during Legbone we were moshing (or dancing rather just a bunch of us small punk rockers) and some fat metal head gets in and starts pushing everyone around. Long story short I end up with a completely broken nose from that guy and had to get it reset. But oh come Monday...
There was a truck in front of me and it was raining. The truck turn a fast left and I had to slam on my brakes. *Great add to my already neck brace wearing neck and back* I look up and here's a blue "Too Fast Too Furious" looking car sliding towards the front end of my car. So I'm thinking, "As if my car isn't fucked up enough" and then I look in my rearview. The lady behind me decided that she also was going to crank her wheel so she's sliding at my tail end. I took a deep breath, let go of the wheel and covered my face. Nothing happened. I look up in time to see the woman and the guy just miss each other and the guy jump through three front yards. Thank Jeebus that my fiancee's work was a block away because I was fucking HYSTERICAL! Then we went home and I sedated myself for two days.
Add that with arguing with 3 of your roomates (I live with 5 people) and you get a really stressed out me. I need to get drunk.
Just for the record...I wasn't that fat dude moshing. Have a drink and take it easy.
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