some stupid kid just hit me. and my car. and she called my car stupid. and then she squirted me with water.
i hate that kid.
i don't even know that stupid kid.
uggggh.
i just got off work and it was dumb. like seriously pointless. except that i actually got tips. which is like a huge deal where i work because we don't do jack. ever. for real.
but then i went to deposit my check from my last week and a half of pointless work but it wouldn't except my check. stupid bank. i'm gonna load that stupid child up in my car to go hit that bank too. stupid kid. stupid bank.
anyway.
so given the side of town i was on i...uh...made a pit stop of sorts. whatever. i'm such a stupid girl. like seriously. ugh.
i don't know i guess i'm just dumb and i see things the way i want to see them and i obviously got way more into things and everything was just one sided or whatever. maybe i am just supid and deserved to get hit with that stick and called stupid. stupid kid.
and i don't know how to feel. am i mad? should i be mad? do i think he's just covering? for what? his expanse of manly emotions. yeah right. or am i just sad? sad as i've been since i found out. on the phone. stupid stupid stupid.
i feel stupid.
and i don't know how to feel.
perhaps i should reserve judgement for this evening.
but that leaves a whole day for me to just feel stupid.
and make my family think i'm feeling ten feet tall...
stupid.
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don't feel stupid. that kid sounded like an asshole. i'da run him over. or got out and started yelling, that would have been fun. why wouldn't the bank accept your check? now that's stupid.
kyle. (see, not that creepy anonymous commentor you've been looking for)
i'm madly in love with kyle amick.
man lindsey... if someone hit my car.... oh i would definitely like explode!!!
banks are retarded!
hey linds....
call me if you want to talk.
803 240 8096
<3
why don't we hang out when i get back into town on sunday....
we could do lunch or something.
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