Pricker's been a lot nicer to me recently - we even bonded over a severe dislike of ***hole drivers who pretend to not see you and move into your car lane WITHOUT a turn signal. I had a high-stress moment yesterday because a large truck felt like he needed to move over like he was in frickin' Grand Theft Auto. I paid for this horrifying moment in pain as Pricker panicked when the vehicle just moved without warning. It's scary enough to think that you could have been severely hurt or killed by an idiot, but to have anticipatory knots and pricking pain flare in your intestines makes it frickin' torture.
So a cheerful warning to those of you who like to race on the freeway and forget that the limit is not 100mph: if you *just* rear end someone with IBS/gastritis/etc., you will definitely pay for it in court for causing major physical distress. If you cause a worse accident...well...I just wouldn't if I were you.
Then again, I have always wanted to go to the Caribbean. :)
Drive safe!
Monday, August 11, 2008
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You poor thing! :( Maybe he was on his way to L.A., freakin' dipshit. :(
*tight hugs* I'll call soon! Today's Melody's birthday though, so when I get another chance to slip away.
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