God, I hate pitchforkmedia.com. Talk about a swan dive into shit. Everything is crap anymore that they review so I shouldn't even bother. But at least their poster boy Sufjan Stevens is getting plenty of press. 
Last night, on break from work, I hit a deer. Not only did I feel like shit when I hit it, being the animal lover that I am, but today was worse when I got the estimate. Apparently, a dent like that in my hood, which was the only damage (no scrapes, no chipped paint, no holes) cannot be pounded out, but an entirely new hood must be ordered.
$750.
I'm about ready to puke on myself. I'll feel even worse when I finally tell my dad. He cares a lot about cars for some strange reason, so when he gets wind of this accident, the shit will really hit the fan.
And it shouldn't bother him at all: I bought the car, it's in my name, I pay for everything save insurance, and I'll be paying for this repair job. But he'll undoubtedly throw a fit and yell at me. Give me his "moral of the story" shit. Give me his "haste makes waste" speech. Everything he gave my sister for backing into a lightpole the other week. Shit.
Two weeks left of Applebee's. Not like I really wish it was over already, but I'm not looking forward to going back after my "weekend" is over. My last Saturday looks like shit, seeing as I'm scheduled with this douche who just runs me down the whole time. And we get to work for ten hours together. If it comes to it, I'll stab him.
I wish I had a girlfriend.
Last night, on break from work, I hit a deer. Not only did I feel like shit when I hit it, being the animal lover that I am, but today was worse when I got the estimate. Apparently, a dent like that in my hood, which was the only damage (no scrapes, no chipped paint, no holes) cannot be pounded out, but an entirely new hood must be ordered.
$750.
I'm about ready to puke on myself. I'll feel even worse when I finally tell my dad. He cares a lot about cars for some strange reason, so when he gets wind of this accident, the shit will really hit the fan.
And it shouldn't bother him at all: I bought the car, it's in my name, I pay for everything save insurance, and I'll be paying for this repair job. But he'll undoubtedly throw a fit and yell at me. Give me his "moral of the story" shit. Give me his "haste makes waste" speech. Everything he gave my sister for backing into a lightpole the other week. Shit.
Two weeks left of Applebee's. Not like I really wish it was over already, but I'm not looking forward to going back after my "weekend" is over. My last Saturday looks like shit, seeing as I'm scheduled with this douche who just runs me down the whole time. And we get to work for ten hours together. If it comes to it, I'll stab him.
I wish I had a girlfriend.
sister backing into lightpole = ass chewing
a deer hitting you = no ass chewing
take the best quote and keep reminding them of what everyone else quoted you and say i need something better than this.
you will be surprised may save you acuple hundred dollars.