bendable metal and breakable plastic

late last night i witnessed little ms. blackberry saturn ram herself into the trunk of a large rooted beast.
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i wasn't drunk, though an amoretta sour would be lovely right now. i wasn't "distracted," though i was playing the music loudly. i wasn't going fast, though i wanted to as i slowly manuvered the vehicle-im-still-making-payments-on down the 1/2 mile avenue to the james and karen residence.
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(i knew it was way slippery because earlier in the day, yesterday- i did a 180 in a different part of the this well know road)
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anyways, i have always had memories of racing down that hill adorned with a slight bend... however, the thoughts prior to this day included my sparkling, gold banana-seat bike and my hair whipping around my face. last night i played the part of a mere observer when a tree and a car decided to introduce themselves through the means of the matchmaker and history introducer Thick Slick Ice. what drama.
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it is funny. have you had the oppurtunity to have a car accident in your driveway? (the ended up way off the one side and into the woods. goodness.)
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the bumper absorbed as it was designed to do. and now only my neck hurts a bit from slight whiplash. (my conclusions: i guess i was not supposed to die in the driveway. my family is amazing= knock knock. "hi. um, i got in an accident so can you help me move the car?" they were all in bed, lights off. boats, and mittens. 'hang on ms. blackberry you'll be rescued... next time don't get too close unless you know they are good.'
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ALWAYS TAP THE BREAKS IN WINTER CONDITIONS
and try to remember that stuff, even somewhat expensive stuff, is still only stuff.
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so today i was home. thursday's are my favorite so that part was an unexpected treat.
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continue on.