dksm: (Asshat)
When you are approaching a bright red car on a clear sunny day and it has its brake lights on and a left hand turn signal flickering.  You should STOP.  You should NOT slam into said car at full 50 mph force.  In fact, I think they teach you that in driver's education.  You did go to driver's education, didn't you?

After the above situation occurs, you should NOT approach red car's driver that your massive SUV spun 360 degrees into the southbound lane (very luckily avoiding slamming into on coming traffic) and start saying that you "just wanted to get home and hadn't felt well."  Red car's driver (me, in case you were wondering) will not care.  She will be more worried about the fact that her car is now missing its back end and that she slammed her head on the seat at 50 mph.  Not to mention the almost dying aspect.  She also will think that your explanation is really code for "I was talking on the cell phone and in a rush to get home to text Mary about Bobby's attempt to make it third base."  Because seriously: HOW DO YOU FUCKING MISS A BRIGHT RED CAR DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF YOU THAT HAS BEEN STOPPED FOR MINUTES, NOT SECONDS, MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW CAN YOU MISS IT SO BADLY THAT YOU RAM DIRECTLY INTO THE BACK OF IT WITHOUT TRYING TO SWERVE OR TO BRAKE?  FOR GOD SAKE'S HOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem...anyway.  Lastly, you should never, and I mean never decide that after the police have arrived and the fire department and the EMTs and your parents, that it is a good time to throw a tantrum.  An honest to god tantrum complete with banging on your car with you fists (and spraining a wrist in the process) and screaming at the top of your lungs...screaming profanities at the top of your lungs.  Seriously, have a little bit of dignity.

Seriously what is wrong with people?  I knew I couldn't stand 75% of high school girls for a reason.  They should up the driving age to 18 or maybe 21. 
dksm: (Seriously?)
Ditsy high schooler's monstrous ford explorer: 1

My poor Ford focus: 0 x 1000

Good news: I'm alive.

Bad news my car is not...in fact the entire back end of it is in the back seat. 

More explanation to come.....
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Yeah, I have to do a full system recovery thing on my computer.  It means bye bye to everything on the laptop.  Goodbye, next great American novel...I'll miss you. 

Plus, until I get the disks to recover the system, I have to use my old desk top.  I HATE desktop computers.  I'm a lay on the bed or on the couch computer user.  This whole sitting in the uncomfortable chair thing sucks. 

So I guess right now I'll just have to suffer.  And my laptop can serve as a very expensive dvd player until the disks come.

Oh No's!

Jun. 3rd, 2007 06:58 pm
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My laptop is sick!  It won't come on and it flickers that stupid blue screen once in a great while! 

Reasons why my laptop must be okay:

1. My epic post-season finale fic is on there and there are two paragraphs on the word document that I do not have anywhere else.  Luckily the rest of the fic is handwritten in a note book. 

2. All 200+ Grey's icons that I've collected are saved on there.  Along with my lovely Christmas Story and It's A Wonderful Life icons and my pictures of Henry (my poor dead scottish terrier). 

3.  All my papers from last semester of grad school.

4. Two albums from itunes that I had not yet backed up to CD.

5. THE END OF MY ORIGINAL FICTION.  I may cry.  I wrote this story in a fit of inspiration.  It had been in my head for years and one day it just pored out on to my laptop.  And the fact that I may have lost it is unimaginable.  That was my BABY!

Yes, I know I should back things up.  It is just that I hadn't done so recently and therefore and somewhat screwed.  Learn from me and go back your shit up right now. 

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