The Love of My Life...

Yes, I did just title this post as The Love of My Life. Because that's exactly what it's about. Everyone has their one true love, and well, I had mine. See, we met back in 2000. She was brand new, sleek, smooth, absolutely gorgeous, the way a woman should be... We reunited again in 2006 and I fell head over heels for her and there was no stopping it. Who ever reads this is going to laugh at my poor soul. I'm talking about my car. Which was RUINED on sunday. I wrecked my poor baby on December 9th of last year, like, last semester, and then some girl decided to t-bone my car on sunday, yet another date I'll never forget again. I would REALLY appreciate being able to have my car back. As I have complained about this incident since Sunday, I figured it better to just get it all out here, so that was I can attempt to let go of her. I'll add pictures so you can have the full effect of my loss. Basically, girl hit my car, I miss my car, she was my one true love, I feel widowed, and I want her back.....now.

My baby.... After she was injured. More to follow because I'm just not done wallowing yet.

Look. She's depressed too. I'm actually going to stop here due to the fact that I could go on forever with these pictures and it still probably wouldn't serve the purpose I'm looking for. I'm going to the place where my baby is sitting, all alone, sometime this week, so that way I can tell her I love her. (don't worry, I won't actually say it) But I will go and take a momento from my car before they piece her apart.

I've decided that the girl who hit me is very lucky. As soon as I got hit, before I even got my car to stop I started swearing like a sailor. I was SO ready to rip whoever it was a new one, so I continued swearing and what not until I slammed my door shut with as much force as I could muster. Of course being me I ran around my car to make sure the other person was okay, but, of course, it was a seventeen year old girl crying her eyes out. So I walked over to her and asked her if she was okay but she was crying her eyes out like a hysterical four year old girl. I immediatedly wrapped my arms around her and just held her and told her it would be okay. She seemed so close to falling apart even more I just wanted her to know that every thing was okay. I guess I could have reacted much worse, but that's not just who I am. When she finally pulled away from me she said in the most calm voice she possessed "You are like, the nicest person I could have ever had an accident with" And that, right there, told me no matter the damage I had done something right. She had a cut on her arm and I told her that I had no problem getting my first aid kit from the back of my car and bandaging her arm up for her, but as soon as I said that the fire truck and Ambulence came to the scene. It was an interesting morning considering I was freaking out about the amount of gas in my car, work that day, and my team dinner that evening. All of those things became so meaningless in the fifteen seconds it took for her to smash my car.

Anyway, I have rambled on enough, although I feel a tad bit better about the wreck, I still miss my baby, and on here, I can talk all I want and it just doesnt matter. Mwahaha.

P.S.- Apologies for any spelling errors, I do not possess any will power in my body to change them.