October is my favorite month out of the whole year, but I am having a hard time enjoying it this month. At the end of September, I was in a car accident. I’m okay; I’m just recovering from soreness, bruises, and the trauma of the impact. My car is totaled. I’m really sad about her being gone, though. She had a personality. Her name was Tina Belcher (yeah, that Tina Belcher). I drove her all the time and made the ehhhhh noise. She embodied Tina. She survived my first drive down to Chicago (terrifying, but I did it!). She survived the drive to and from Tennessee. She was a tough bitch, just like me, and I’m so sad she’s gone. I will have to wait to get another car before I can decide their name. Perhaps it will be a Gene or Louise. Hell, it doesn’t even need to be a Belcher kid. It could be Peggy Olson of Mad Men or Summer Roberts of The OC. Whatever this next car is, it’ll be something else.
I’m grateful for my health and to not have been further injured. Things could have been a lot worse than just banged up and freaked out. I just wish people didn’t drive with such disregard for other drivers on the road, y’know? In the past week since the accident, I’ve had close calls with other idiots on the road. I want to rage on them, tell them to pay attention, and stop driving so crazy. But I know it won’t change anything. I’ll just be over here sulking.