January 23, 2010

I'm terribly jilted. Jilted is the word of the weekend as a matter of fact. Five ALMOST six months of driving an 1 hour and 15 minutes back and forth to work and yesterday I got in my first car accident. I was minding my own business, completely stationary when this crazy lady slammed into the back of my brand new car, sending it into the back of the guy in front of me. :::Sigh:: I assumed the back of my car was completely totaled, but in fact it walked away with a mere scratch, my sanity on the other hand, hanging on by a thread.

I'm fine except I can't stop replaying that feeling of a speeding car slamming in the back of me. I'm sore and I'm irritated, and I feel like no one cares.

Why couldn't I just have been in a subway car, sweating to death in a massive crowd of angry, sweaty freaks? Why, why, why?

This will pass, as everything terrible that happens does, but instead of wanting my Mommy, I just want New York...