>CAR WRECK!!!

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So, Driving home from Walgreens last night…

cheap cigs and dr. peppers in hand…

Minding my own business, listening to Jackie Puppet voiced by Bily West sing an abridged version of the pot song, when I drive thru a green light and get t-boned by some chick who swears up and down that I was turning.

Even tho my blinker wasn’t on.

And I hadn’t made any type of movement into the turning lane,

Yeah, lady, I sure looked like I was turning back there.

Now, my body is achy, SUPERfoot is massive even by SUPERfoot standards..
I‘m waiting on Enterprise….cos they pick you up and shit…

Getting the shit out of my likely totaled White Lightnin’ (We hardly knew ye….)

And hitting up an ER…

Would have taken an ambulance at the scene…something is broken, I know it…I’m in staggering pain that I’ve been in before…but damn it…after the cost of that, I don’t think the paltry limits on my insurance would cover so much as an x-ray for my precious SUPERfoot…

So I’ll wait….I’ll just kill the pain the old fashioned way…. and chainsmoke a few more cigarettes.

And if I get desperate, there’s always whiskey in the trun….fuck me!

Wanna search for new auto insurance? I know I should have…

>Resolutions…

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I’ve rarely been one to make some blanket resolution based on the arbitrary celebration of the beginning of the year.

Sure, I’ve made them and broken them in fairly short order, but last year, I made a decision on a random day in May that I wanted to live somewhere other than Texas…and within days, we were gone on a search to find that new place.

Seven months, endless amounts of hotel rooms, 20k miles on my now destroyed car, and, well, my destroyed car later…and I finally feel at home.

For the next few months, I’ll be rockin’ the suburbs of Los Angeles…seems the adult thing to do would be to pay cheap rent now, get a car which facilitates higher paying jobs…and then a place in Silverlake or East Hollywood.

A place where I’m not the only person with pink hair…

A place where I can say I’m a freelance writer and not be bombarded with questions about how in the hell I survive….I bust my ass, get paid per word and transfer the shit from paypal to my bank….this is really so confusing to people?!

I’m just so baffled why I pushed LA off of the list of places I’d live in for so fucking long. I mean, it’s 1 January and I ran around in a sundress and flip flops today! I fucking love this place!

Now just to get my MMJ card….tee hee hee!