
My car, oh boy! I always took care of her like she was my baby. (Notice I use "she" and not "it"). Making sure there were no scratches, bumps, or whatever on her! And just because of this fucking lame ass foolish son of a bitch truck driver, my baby is destroyed! First the front: the lights shields are fractured, the whole hood is one big scratch, due to the big impact the collusion had, my left side has a huge bump and my truck is misplaced. Hopefully there is no serious damage to the hanging or the engine and radiation system. Cause this was a hit and run, the criminal is unidentified, which includes that we have no one to turn to with an insurance claim. In other words, we gotta pay our own reparation costs because the insurance doesn't cover it. Let's hope the police, for once, does what it is supposed to do: find the criminal who did this!
Yesterday I was just too depressed to go to class. Neither could I sleep. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw the image of my crushed car in front of my eyes. All I wanted to do was yell, cry and punch someone/something. But back to yesterday, I decided to go for a movie marathon. First movie I watched was Stomp The Yard. Brainless dance movie that required zero intelligence and concentration, just staring at muscled black guys who can dance. Then I switched to Blood Diamond. Now, I saw this movie a couple of times before and it is a nice on, but not as great as I always expected. Praise the Lord for creating mr. Hounsou though! Next up was Amistad. I just adore this movie. It's a sad one but it is magnificent. Then I put on The Pelican Brief, Cry Freedom (one of the best movies ever made), Tsosti, Bullet Boy and Life and Lyrics (both starring Ashley Walters, better known as Asher D from So Solid Crew). I finished with an episode of Dawson's Creek. Can you believe it? They are replaying all those old episodes all over again! Talking about milking dry... lOl. It reminded me of my junior high days when this series was so popular! Sweet old memories, even though I would never want to go back to those days!
I know I am a bit too late, but Chris, happy birthday and you'll get your present when I'm in NYC! That's a promise.
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