So, Jesus Hates Me
Anyone who knows me well enough should remember I was in a car accident a while ago. It took me a while to not be shaken up about it, and I still hesitate when I turn (I always see the crash in my head).
But I got a new car (used, but new to me) that I’ve had for a couple months and every things fine. Well today I’m driving to my orientation for my new job at Applebee’s. Some damn woman (I won’t say more about her or I’d sound racist) runs a red light. I slam on my brakes (luckely I’m only oing about 35) but I still slam right into the side of her car.
The woman starts freaking out and I can see her yelling at me. But I’m like “<i>wtf, my light was green</i>.” So I have to call 911 and fill out the police reports and the bitch says that I’m the one who ran the light. I don’t know if there was a trffic camera on that light or not but the cop said our insurance companies will have to deal with it in court.
Then I have to call Applebee’s and tell them I can’t come today, and the manager says they can reschedule but I tell her my car is totalled so I won’t have any way to get there and don’t know when I’ll have another car. I call my dad and tell him what happened, my friend jackie, and my boyfirend Elliot. Everyone is freaking out and I have to keep saying I’m okay. My knee is bruised but I’m ok.
I had to get a ride back to my dorm in a cop car because everyone I know up here is either out of town or working. Jeeze, things just things to keep getting worse for me. I hope this whole thing works itself out so the woman will have to pay for a new car. But I’m going to be so freaked out about driving from now on because <u>every time</u> I drive I crash. (Ok, maybe I’m overexagerating, but still.) Jeeze, I’m glad there’s no school tomorrow so I can just sleep all day.
