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THEY SMACKED MY CAR!!!
Mar. 23rd, 2003 03:01 amOk, today was by and large decent. Went over to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kabarett's house in the morning to pick up my movie bootlegs (and apparently woke her up, sorry hon). We chatted for a while about musicals, and a few other things, before I decided to let her get back to bed and get underway. I went to the gym, came home, had lunch with Helen, watched Rocky Horror Picture show which Kabarett was nice enough to lend me since I had not yet seen the movie (just the stage show on Thursday)...I liked the stage version better, but Tim Curry is still grand. We went to the lacrosse game (we lost, but it was oh so close), then I went to xiphia and lrt512's house for their geeky games night. About 2 am, I decide to pack it in, get my coat on, and walk the block or so to my car.
SOMEONE SIDESWIPED THE DRIVER SIDE DOOR!!!
My mirror is hanging by a couple of cables, and a big dent in my door. No note, no sign of who, or when, or why. Just a caved in door and a dangling mirror. I am PISSED OFF! I looked for something to hit, the only thing around was my car (which was bad enough), other people's cars (I wanted to be better than that), and snow. So I kicked the living shit out of a snowbank and uttered a few choice obscenities at the top of my lungs. Most people that know me have not seen me mad....you don't want to. The rare times it happens I get very violent feelings. I can direct them to inanimate objects, but they need to be directed. It is however very, very rare. The snowbank sated me a bit until I was just frickin annoyed, but the need to damage something had passed.
I'm still pissed, but I am resigned. What the hell can I do, it was a hit and run. Just need to call the insurance and the garage, pay my deductible (ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR) and put it past me.
Damn it Janet!
kabarett's house in the morning to pick up my movie bootlegs (and apparently woke her up, sorry hon). We chatted for a while about musicals, and a few other things, before I decided to let her get back to bed and get underway. I went to the gym, came home, had lunch with Helen, watched Rocky Horror Picture show which Kabarett was nice enough to lend me since I had not yet seen the movie (just the stage show on Thursday)...I liked the stage version better, but Tim Curry is still grand. We went to the lacrosse game (we lost, but it was oh so close), then I went to xiphia and lrt512's house for their geeky games night. About 2 am, I decide to pack it in, get my coat on, and walk the block or so to my car.SOMEONE SIDESWIPED THE DRIVER SIDE DOOR!!!
My mirror is hanging by a couple of cables, and a big dent in my door. No note, no sign of who, or when, or why. Just a caved in door and a dangling mirror. I am PISSED OFF! I looked for something to hit, the only thing around was my car (which was bad enough), other people's cars (I wanted to be better than that), and snow. So I kicked the living shit out of a snowbank and uttered a few choice obscenities at the top of my lungs. Most people that know me have not seen me mad....you don't want to. The rare times it happens I get very violent feelings. I can direct them to inanimate objects, but they need to be directed. It is however very, very rare. The snowbank sated me a bit until I was just frickin annoyed, but the need to damage something had passed.
I'm still pissed, but I am resigned. What the hell can I do, it was a hit and run. Just need to call the insurance and the garage, pay my deductible (ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR) and put it past me.
Damn it Janet!
