I feel so damn stupid right now. 

I had a car accident. Kinda. It's not really an accident, but still. I'm feeling so damn stupid I could smack myself in the face.

I was driving towards school, and I was about to turn right. And this bitch in the car ahead of me stopped suddenly. Now, I didn't expect that at all, 'cause the street was fuckin' empty, but she hit the breaks like...like the stupid bitch she is!

So I tried to stop but it was kind of too late to stop, so I couldn't avoid that my car, my fuckin' beautiful Serenity (yeah, that's her name, my baby is a aquamarine Ford *loves*), hit the back of her shitty Citroen. (I love Citroens, but this one sucked, 'cause it hurt my baby).

Luckily we were driving veeeery slowly and no one got injured and the cars didn't get any damage. But I swear, I was ready to kill her. As I said, luckily my baby didn't have a scratch on her, neither did her shitty (new) Citroen. 

And what do you think she asked for? To fill the papers and insurance stuff? To see my ID, driving licence or something? Of course no, 'cause she's a bitch who can't drive and probably isn't all that smart either. She asked my name and my phone number. She totally trusted my word.
I'm an honest person and I gave her my real name and my real number, but my gosh, bitch, have you ever heard about cons and lies and not so honest people? I was sooo tempted to give you random numbers and names.

Oh, and hear this, she didn't take the number-plate.

Okay, maybe I'm feeling stupid 'cause I'm the one who hit the back of her car 'cause I was checking if the street was free, but seriously, how stupid is she? 

I didn't ask her name, but as she told me, for God knows what reason, she's from my town too. I mean, I didn't ask you anything, why did you have to tell me? Why did you have to talk to me?

I know, she was trying to be kind and stuff, but I was way too pissed for my baby. 

Btw, as soon a I got back in my car I took the mp3 player (which is also a recorder) and I recorded the number-plate and the model/color of the car. As soon as my mom gets home I'll call the insurance company (I can't find the number anywhere so I have to wait for my mom to come home) and ask if I have to do, say or kill something. Or someone.

The bitch said that she'll call me only if there's damage, which there isn't, so it's highly probable that I'll never hear from her again. I hope so.

Then I went back in the car and I freaked out. Yeah, I was pissed and I kind of freaked out when after about half a mile I found myself stuck in a huge traffic jam. And the bitch was still ahead of me. 

'Cause yeah, that's the highway I take everyday to go to school, but it's also the kind of shitty highway in which you get stuck if you're 0.2 seconds late. Usually I take that street at 8 am, today it was 8.35 am. 

So it took me half an hour to get to the next exit. A fuckin' mile of road in fuckin' half an hour. 

Fianlly, at about 9 I took the exit and came home, 'cause seriously, no way I was going to school.  I mean, it would have taken at least two hours to get there. And I can't enter class after the beginning of third hour, which is 10.05 am. 

So yeah, I kind of got lost after exiting the highway, but eventually I found my way back home. I was pissed off, freaked out and I needed caffeine.

Now I'm calm and relaxed, and I'm gonna go cook something so I relax even more. I think this afternoon I'll bake a pie or something. 'Cause seriously, I need today to go better. 

Okay, it's all for now. Sorry for my bitching.
See ya' later.
JM


ps: I know my baby has an unusual color, but she's beautiful...she's my baby. *loves*