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So, I got my new bank account, since neither of the banks I used in CA have branches anywhere in this state. This was my only errand today.

On my way home, I got in a car accident. Stopped at a light, and Whammo!

Driving home (still shaking) from this I stopped at another red light. A huge black truck comes zooming up and almost nails me again. It swerves into the lane next to me, and the ten-year-old boy in the passenger seat yells "Bitch" out the window at me.

I hate Florida. I have had the most horrible things happen since I got here, and I have been a good sport 'til now; not complaining, enjoying the good stuff about my new life. This was the last straw. I wanna go home...oh, wait...shit.

So, here I am, stuck in the boonies, feeling like crap, not knowing anyone. Fuck me. Not only do I not feel like driving ever again, I don't think I ever want to leave the house again. Fuck me twice.

Late Edit:
Who knew getting drunk, watching the OC & pining for SoCal, & some sweet comments from you guys would solve all of the worlds problems.