Shit Happens

Friday, September 30, 2005

rumble rumble

Laura and I going to the Petersburg haunted House next weekend, the 7th or the 8th. Invite yourself and pick a night and we'll go then, because you know Laura and I will scream like little girls and can't go alone.

I had Chinese buffet for lunch. It was OK, I tried everything that wasn't from the sea. It was $6, not bad. I ate with cops. I guess they're OK when they are not writing you tickets.

After work today I'm going to the yarn store for more knitting supplies. I'm convinced this will keep me out of the bars and away from the refrigerator. Expect poorly crafted scarves for Christmas.

I finally spoke to April (it's been about a month!). She is doing well, going to school full time, working full time AND has an internship at some booking agency for 15 hours a week. I don't think I could do it. Her and the fiancee just celebrated their 6 months, and yes, she is still getting married. No, she has no picked out dresses yet. Yes, you can be my date if you pay for the hotel, put out like a porn star and buy all my drinks.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Haunted House

I've given up my hopes for going to a corn maze this year but not the Petersburg Haunted House. (or any other Haunted House in the area - I'm up for whatever)

I'm going to plan a weekend to go and we'll drink schnapps and hot chocolate and get drunk while waiting in line.

And then piss our pants once we get inside. (EVERYTHING scares, I love it!)

Who's up for it? Any weekend preferences??

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

more dylan

I caught the second half of Bob Dylan - No Direction Home on PBS tonight.


I think I need to buy it when I get paid on Friday. I can't get the link to paste but it's on sale at Amazon for $17.99.

Has you seen it any cheaper?

(I need my own Jeff, copying it won't be enough- you still get a drink out of the deal though)


John Roberts

What will this guy talk about?

Screw me once, shame on me, screw me twice, shame on you (is that how it goes??)

Have you ever received mail from a "friend" you hadn't heard from for FIVE YEARS?

Yeah, yesterday was my first time too.

You remember Kirsten? There's a reason she fell off the face of the earth and I haven't spoke to her since I was 19. If you don't know the story, I probably won't repeat it again, but go ahead and ask someone else, it's not a secret and everyone loves to gossip (doesn't bother me).

She grew up down the street from me and we lived at eachothers houses. I went on vacation with her family and dated her cousin. I love the friends I have now and wouldn't change them for anything, but I've never been as close to anybody since, the way her and I were close. (sorry guys, this is not going to turn into a lesbian porn story)

This girl ditched me not once, but TWICE in our eight years of friendship. The first time when we were first starting high school (I wasn't cool enough for her. No really, I wasn't) and then again in college, the semester I broke up with my only "grown-up" boyfriend and took 21 hours of class.

That's when I took up smoking.

Anyway, Kirsten dumped me and her wild past for a new boyfriend and Jesus. It freaked me out, since she went through lots of phases- which generally corresponded to her new boyfriend- drugs, sex, stealing, drinking - regular parts of growing up. But Jesus freaked me out because people don't always grow out of him and although I was willing to have get obliterated and exchange dirty stories with her, I couldn't identify with Jesus or her new holier-than-thou-my-shit-doesn't-stink attitude.

But I tried.

To make a long story short, the girl managed to upset my entire family. MY WHOLE FAMILY. Huge accomplishment for a sophomore aged girl who doesn't even live in the same city, but she managed it. And I haven't talked to her since.

Fast forward five years. I come home from lunch and there's a letter from her, no return address. Handwritten letters with no return address just look suspect. (OK, this my be my first, but let's just pretend for a second that I have tons of long-lost friends throwing mail my way)

She said she had been thinking of me since my birthday last month (ours are 4 days apart) and was wondering how I was doing. She wants to clear the air and make sure there are no hard feelings.

She went to all that trouble and has still NEVER APOLOGIZED.

This girl meant the world to me (yes, I realize how unhealthily close we sound) and it took me years to get over her. Even after months have went by without running into her family or running into an old friend who asks about her, I'll still sometimes have nightmares about her and her selective friendship.

Until I got her letter I was over it and didn't have bitter feelings toward her, I didn't even really think about her- at least consciencly. I hope she is safe and healthy and moves to Siberia so I never have to deal with her again in my life.

And now she wants to "clear the air" and make sure there are "no hard feelings between us."

"Look bitch, if you still feel bad about something you did 5 years ago, you probably made a mistake and you better keep begging Jesus to save you."

But I'll never say that. To her.

I'll probably unceremoniously burn the card, and her contact information, to seal my feelings of "closure" and so I never stoop to her level with my words, and to make sure I won't call her sometime I'm down, missing our old friendship.

Because in another 10 years, but I don't fit into her lifestyle or I'm no longer "cool" enough for her,

I know she would dump me for a third time.

Monday, September 26, 2005

guilt and balls


I grew some balls and called the witness that the cop wouldn't talk to about the accident, who saw the other girl cut me off. (have I mentioned I have a stranger-danger phone phobia?)

He was nice, he doesn't have computer to type up a statement, or e-mail it to me, so I think he is hand writing it to me and I am going to pick it up from the gas station he works at tomorrow. It was hard to tell, there was a baby SCREAMING in the background. (reason 2,683 I won't be having any babies!!)

It's soooo nice of him to say anything and I don't care if he writes it on the back of the receipt in Greek. I just didn't want to intimidate him asking him about computers and e-mail (before I knew how to use one I know that stuff intimidated me) I hope it turns out OK.

I also want to know why I feel guilty asking him to write a statement after I was hysterically crying about my new car (when a lot of people can't even afford cars), in my dressy work clothes when he works at a gas station and has a missing front tooth. (minus the tooth and super-sperm inducing baby, he was cute!)

I really appreciate what he is doing and told him so and have been really upset about this accident. Why do I feel guilty when I have things that other people don't seem to have? It's not my school wasn't paid for in loans and I haven't worked what I have achieved. And why do I assume I am "better off" (better off, definitely NOT "better than") than someone who presumably has a beautiful baby and family they love??

I think my priorities got mixed up some time ago ...

Back to court over this shit

I've never filled out one of these reports before. I wrote this and it barely makes sense to me ...

Vehicle 1 was traveling North on Macarthur, headed straight, when Vehicle 2 attempted to cross two lanes of traffic in a single turn.

Vehicle 2 crossed from the lane directly to the right of Vehicle 1, in front of Vehicle 1 and into the lane directly to the left of Vehicle 1.

Vehicle 2’s attempt to cross two lanes at once caused an impact between the right front corner of Vehicle 1 and the rear left side of Vehicle 2.

After pulling out of traffic to exchange information, the driver of Vehicle 2, whom was 15, and driving on a permit, attempted to switch places with the passenger of Vehicle 2, her mother, the owner of Vehicle 2. The gas station attendant, {internet edit} (I have listed her contact information below) witnessed their attempted switch and asked the younger girl if she had a driver’s license. The girl said “yes” and the attendant asked, “Then why did you try to switch drivers?” At first they didn’t answer and finally, the mother answered, “Because she was scared and I just wanted to get her out of the driver’s seat.” The {internet edit} answered, “That’s not what it looked like.”

After that the driver of vehicle 2 apologized to the driver of vehicle 1 and said she “meant to turn right,” instead of turning left and causing an accident.

Approximately 20 minutes later Officer {asshole} showed up to get our information. The driver and passenger of the other car did not mention the witnesses, I suggested he enter the gas station and speak to them.

Officer {asshole} repeated to me what the witness had told him, which appeared to collaborate what I had told him.

The attendant told me there was another witness who worked at the Firestone shop across the street. I asked Officer {asshole} if he would speak to that witness. Officer {asshole} replied, “If you go get him. It’s not my job.”

The Firestone witness had already left for the day, but the gas station attendant, {internet edit}, said she could get in contact with him if he is needed. Another witness, {internet edit}, who originally didn’t want to get involved, but later changed his mind, tried to tell Officer {asshole} what he saw that happened, but Officer {asshole} said, “I have already started writing my report, I can not change it now.” I have listed {internet edit}’s contact information below.

Officer {asshole} was not helpful, didn’t appear to listen well or have attention to detail. On the Illinois Motorist Report he mismarked the damage to my car. He marked section “8,” where it should actually be section “2.” The day after the accident, Sept. 21, I spoke to Sergeant {less-than-asshole} who said the error had been corrected.

The damage both Vehicle 1 and Vehicle 2 prove that Vehicle 2 did not attempt to turn from the lane that Vehicle 1 was in, as Officer {asshole} decided. The damage to the right front of Vehicle 1 and the left rear of Vehicle 2 shows that Vehicle 2 was actually in the left lane, attempting to turn across two lanes at once and cut off Vehicle 1, making it impossible to avoid a collision.

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