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I swear to you I thought

Dec 28, 2009 - 0 comments
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snow

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shei

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driving

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snow bank

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guard rail

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car crash

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Safety

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What have you learned?

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pictures

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dad

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police

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Grandparents

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License

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Crying

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towing

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the shop

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nausea

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Infertility

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retard

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mother

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Birth Control

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baron wasteland



I should get out of bed today. I'm not tired, I just know I shouldn't get up.
But I did. Some help that did me. I ate a lot of cereal. It was snowing, I know. I thought it was pretty. Thought it was pretty sweet, right?

So today was a long and boring day. I did basically nothing. Finally I collected my *** and called Shei and was headed over there. No biggie. I scraped down my entire car and I was so prepared and I even had my gloves on and everything. I'm driving slow, I have my seatbelt on, I know there's ice, but I mean, it stopped snowing hours ago. I'm taking turns slowly. I honestly people keep asking me Well do you know what you should have been doing so this wouldn't have happened! And I know I should say Yes, this this and this. But no, I don't. I have no idea. Not the slightest clue. I'm coming around a corner and there are two cars coming at me- I push slightly on the brakes. I know I'm not supposed to slam. It happens in a split second, I do a half circle to the left, and turn my wheel. I think still no biggie and look, I'm already back in my lane, I have control, I'm ok. And boom I hit the guard rail. Not even hard enough that my head whipped. But somehow I flew over the snowbank so far my tires were in the air. And I was stuck. Very, very stuck. I was ok, not paniced. I was fine. Ladida. But I couldn't back out. I called my dad like I'm supposed to. It's kinda funny to me that it never even crossed my mind I would need to call the police. I was scared to call my dad, but he wasn't mad or anything, and I was solidly in that snowbank. Completely fine though. Then this guy comes out of the house I'm in front of and he starts taking a million pictures. He doesn't even make eye contact, doesn't once look up at me. Takes pictures and goes back inside. Then I started to cry and it just got worse and what if he's going to try to sue me or something? I'm on about a foot of his lawn. I hit the damn guard rail, right? And the snow-I'm not even technically on his grass. He just looked so mad. I decided even if he came up to the car I wasn't going to speak to him. I wasn't getting out of the car, I wasn't going to try to push it. My dad called the police and my grandparents and they both came. The police officer was actually very nice. Believe it or not, I calmed down. I am so glad I made positive I grabbed my license. Thank the dirt below my feet. He called a tow truck for me. My grandparents came, all freaking out. But not mad. I feel like this isn't real because nobody has hollered at me yet. But it is real, my eyes still sting from how hard I was crying. I felt like a dipwad staying on the other side of the road but I couldn't keep my cool while they yanked it out of the bank. I couldn't do it. My grampy tried to drive it home, but I bent the tire rod. Fanflippingtastic. I'm so lucky here. It wouldn't even drive. It's at the shop now. Why am I such a retard? I still feel sick.

And I have this nauseus feeling I'm infertile. Completely unrelated and I guess unbased. I just feel like I am. And there's so many reasons- thyroid, my mother's history. Whatever it is. I want to get tested or something. I mean why waste money on BC when I'm a baron wasteland. I don't know. Today needs to end.

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