I feel like the entire world is trying to pick a fucking fight with me. According to the guy who hit my van, I was speeding. Really? How in the fuck do you know that? The day of the accident he specifically told me that he didn't see me. Thanks for changing your story asshat.
According to my husband, I didn't put enough detail in my version of events on the police report. Really? Because I thought it was pretty straight forward case. I was going straight, the other guy was turning. I HAD THE FUCKING RIGHT OF WAY. Thanks for not being a source of support John.
According to Frank at the auto body shop, due to comparable negligence laws in New Jersey, I will be responsible for at least part of the damages to my car. Also, Frank let me know that I have insurance with the worst company on the market. Thanks Frank! You really know how to make a girl feel better.
I just want to scream "FUCK YOU" to every person who feels the need to lie, criticize or tell me more bad news. Unless you have rainbows and sunshine shooting out of your ass, please don't speak to me.
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How 'bout this? We'll eat skittles together, shit rainbows out our ass and all will be fruity. Yeah. I didn't think so either. But did I get a smile?
I feel like this too, for different reasons. I do love your ability to be real and say what you really feel rather than paint some false, rosy picture. You go girl!
Ooh. that would totally piss me off too. I'd shout F you to everyone and give them my husband's favorite finger wave.
Why exactly are you negligent?
wtf?? on all accounts. seriously??
not cool friend. not cool.
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