Endless thought and wrecked cars

So I’ve been thinking about what I’ve done the past few weeks. And looking back, I’ve realized my aunt was right, I haven’t been the most respnsible person. I have a lot to do if I want to prove my father wrong. Being pregnant is not going to make that easy at all. But if I can get through this, I can get through anything. Right? It just means that for once, I actually have to work, not just be lazy Stephanie who does jackshit all day.

Another problem I’ve caused…Randy’s car. lol. Yeah. Well, the thing is: I call it a bump – Randy and all of his friends call it an accident. Basically what happened is it’s 7 in the morning. I’m driving to McDonanalds after a long hard night of baby-sitting (and where Randy’s concerned, drinking), and we felt we deserved some greasy goodness. So I’m driving along, and i can’t see worth shit, thye sun is dirctly in my eyes. So I’m slowing down and then fucking BAM dead stop. I hit a fucking flatbed semi. I mean, what the fuck. He was parked right in front of the freaking McDonald’s, half in the street.

So I go back home, park, go back in the apartment, and stood there for about five minutes before telling him. and his reaction made me feel so much better! “Ah, it was going downhill anyways – if it’s too bad, I’ll junk it.” Of course, when he saw the car, he was still like, “Holy SHIT, that was no bump, Stephanie. That’s a fucking accident.” But I still maintain that I bumped it. Hmmph. (it sounds better) lol, well that’s it for now…more later.  

Stephanie