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I never want to drive again. Every damn time I get behind the wheel of my car, something bad happens. I get in a fender bender, someone cuts me off, someone runs a red and almost hits me, I get a ticket. Today was the crowning glory. A motorcycle hit me. I was turning right, he was turning left, he was BEHIND me, HE hit ME, and he blames me for it! My bumper has more damage than his bike (there wasn't even a scratch on the damn thing and now I've got a blue stripe along the side of my bumper) and he was generous enough to "see if he can buff the scratch off before he calls the insurance company". Asshole. So I came home, gave dad my keys and told him I don't want to drive anymore. It's just not worth it. I know I'm going to have to drive one of the cars up to WA when we move, but I'd been planning on walking to work/school if possible when we settle in and if not, getting a ride part way there and walking the rest. Hey, I need to drop 80 lbs, that's a way to do it, yeah? Aktuelle Stimmung: numb
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