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< 'i collect your fucking head.' | posted at 9:22 pm on February 02, 2004 > so today was a shit day.needed to go out and run a few errands for work, and pick up my passport and ticket for india (i fly out thursday morning). since i was running the errands, the accounts girl in the office let me borrow her car. i was a little apprehensive, but it is the same type of car that i drive usually (just an older model). it's automatic, has power steering, so there shouldn't be a problem... right? so imagine, after perfectly reverse-parking without feeling the pressure on elizabeth st, sydney, when i pull out later to bash right into a taxi. that's right. well, the taxi bashed into me, but since i was pulling out, yes, that means liability = me. so i feel terrible. utterly, utterly terrible right now. this cements me as THE WORST DRIVER EVER TO HIT THE ROADS. ever. and i mean, ever. soon as i think i'm back in the game, bam. bam bam bam bam bam. sure, it's a small ding on both cars, but we still have to play the insurance conciliation game. fucked as hell. that is so utterly bad. i feel like shit. a friend rung me today to tell me that he'd gotten into the final sixteen of trop(fest). yes, that's right, the biggest short film festival in australia... final sixteen! i was so happy for him. that kinda brightened up my day. though i still feel like shit. and after work my sister and i enrolled into tafe to learn vietnamese in night classes. we aren't going to tell the parents - just surprise them one day by chatting away. going to keep up the 'can't speak can't speak' pretense and bad accents. it will be grand! but i still feel like shit. i leave in two days, and i still feel like shit. shit, shit shit. i'm going to buy her flowers on wednesday, when she next comes into the office. she was absolutely fine with it - in fact she thought i was making a joke, at first, until it surfaced that no, i was actually being completely straight with her, and i HAD dented and dinged her car. oh god, oh god. shit fuck shit. goddammit. ugh, ugh ugh. let me die now. those last five |