Alriiiiiiiight. Where do i begin ?? The day was actually starting to look up, since i haven't felt the best in Months, i decided to pay off some of dad's bills. So i started with the Rates. All $600 dollars worth of them. Drove to my friend's house, then went down to work for a swim, the usual practice Bombing, muck around, and do things we always shout at kids not to do. Eventually got my exhausted self out of the Pool, and went upstairs to the Company of another work mate for while, as i tried to build up the strength to drag myself down the hallway, and down the stair well. This is where my day turned into the biggest single most-horrific day in my memory. I put a dent in the side of my BOSSE'S CAR !!! For Christ sake !!!!! What the Hell ?? I had no idea this had happened at all, the front left side of my car, pressed into his driver side door, the fact that my ears were full of water from swimming, meant that i had no idea all the while, because it wasn't an -impact- BANG, CRACK, SLAM kinda dent. It was a smooth gentle slow glide, sort of dent. So i'll refer to this dent as the - Phantom Dent !! One moment it wasn't there, i drove foward, and ....... It was there. So i built up the Courage to enter the Dragon's Mouth, and face whatever Flames i had coming my way... In which case, there were none. My Boss was suprisingly calm, i think i was far more upset then he was. He then proceeded to tell me, that this car wasn't his, that it's particular door i'd hit has actually been totalled a further -2- times, which cheered me up somewhat. So i have to recommend a Panel Beaters, and fill him in. Well my dad said he'll go down and have a looksie. He's been so dissapointed in me for so long now, i can't even remember the last time he was -so- proud he actually Beamed with a radiance. All he's done to me as of late, is hang his head, and shake it. Roll his eyes, grunt and walk away. Perhaps it would be Wise to find a back up place to Live... I definately can't seem to Prove myself Worthy of being able to Drive the Transam, especially since my own poor lil car has suffered after me having it in just over a week. _-_ !! I knew i was a pretty -unaware- kinda driver, i think i've now been degraded to -Crap- driver. My Boss Thanked me for coming foward and telling him i was responsible for this, i just felt like saying...... " Well you sure couldn't miss that friggen thing !! " and palm up the dent -i- managed to create. I like Art and shit, but fuck... This is NOOOOOOO Pretty Picture !!! --------------- Mmmk. So, why is it that when i'm not in the mood for KFC, Everything is Perfect.. Nice semi-runny gravy, hot fresh burgers with newly opened salad, and the right amount of everything, even the juice is more pungent in smell and taste. Blah fart nag blah blahhhh.. I could just eat Mayo on it's own, a whole bottle or whatever of it.... Mwuarghh ........ It sounds like i'm stepping on a damn mouse everytime i put my Left foot down... GARGHH ... I wish someone would just drag me along the floor so i didn't have to put the effort into walking...