July 06, 2003 :: 1:32 a.m.
it's just not a good week for cars
I want a drink dispenser in my bedroom. I'm always thirsty, and yet try as I might I can't persuade the beverages to abandon their home in the kitchen by sheer telekinetic force alone. Drat. And I'm most certainly too lazy to tromp down two flights of stairs to get a glass of water that's just going to need refilled after five large sips anyway, so I remain parched. Perhaps it was foolish of me to relegate my mini-fridge to the basement after all.
My Am�lie poster has been hung up. It looks smashing, daaah-lings.
I'm very tired. I'm also very much alone. Again. I must have been some kind of human atrocity in a former life; I can think of no other explanation for why I am continually shat upon by the universe. When Adam's parents go away, I'm there. Like the minute they walk out the door, for as long as they're gone. I've stayed at his house for weeks at a time before - it was marvelous. But when my parents go away, I have to stay in my creepy house in this bat-infested town all by myself. No making dinner together. No sex. No cuddling. No waking up all tangled and warm. Nothing but me and the dog and a lot of vindictive insects and noises that make me paranoid.
It's not fair at all, and I'm actually somewhat offended and incredibly hurt. We've sort of talked about this before, but nothing ever comes of it. He knows how I feel - I make no attempts to hide the fact that yes, I do understand his reasoning, but I still think it's stupid and I don't agree with it at all. He never says much when I bring it up, and while he apologizes a lot he never does anything to change the situation. I have a hard time believing that he's sorry when it's his decision to begin with. But whatever, I shan't continue. I've said enough about this in real life that it just seems pointless and redundant to go on about it here.
Well, that was bracing. I just spent the last 45 minutes standing barefoot on shards of glass, watching two police officers collect information and then haul off a drunk driver. I heard a huge crash a while ago, but since I didn't hear anything afterward I didn't really think anything of it. Apparently it was the sound of a very inebriated man losing control of his vehicle and smashing it into THREE parked car: Pat's, Dale's, and my mom's. Pat's is the most smashed up, but Dale (our elderly next door neighbor and Chico the Chihuahua's owner) certainly won't be driving his in its present state, either. My mom's was just barely hit; all of the damage is superficial. I'm amazed that he didn't hit mine as well, since it's parked right behind Dale's. I usually park between Pat's car and my mom's car (read: right in the path of Mr. Drunk Driver), but dear sweet mother of GOD am I glad that I didn't tonight. Adam just wrecked his car, so I'm his chauffer; if my car was totaled we'd be so screwed that people who saw me on the street would feel it and grab their asses in agony.
I got a hold of my mom via her convenient cell phone, and she gave all of her insurance information to the police over the phone. I could hear bats everywhere, their horrid squeaking noises causing me to wince and cover my head at regular intervals. There was also mild paralysis due to the mind-numbing terror that bats inspire in me, but that's neither here nor there.
Buddy looked quite put out when I came back inside. I think maybe he felt left out, as Bo (Pat's dog) was out on the sidewalk during the whole thing. Poor puppy. He's sleeping next to my chair now, though, so I assume that I've been forgiven.
Anyway... I need to sleep. 'Night.
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