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One of my non-work friends just came by the station to do an interview for the Brain Association. He came into my booth after and said he was in a daze - so freaked out by being 'on the radio' and very excited to be at the station at all. I forget that it's neat for other people to be here and see the behind the scenes stuff. To me, it's just work.

SON OF A BITCH!

This cannot be happening. It's not possible. My life CANNOT suck this much. Some jackoff hit my freaking car! My NEW car! Why oh why does this keep happening? It happened while I was out for a walk this afternoon - some time right after lunch. I didn't even notice - I came to work to drop off some stuff for one of the girls, went to go back home and saw the damage. The cop that came said it's at least $1200 damage, and he's now over questioning my neighbours to see who knows what. He said "From the looks of things, I'm looking for a big, rusty, white truck...and I'm guessing a really stupid driver." Funny. But not funny enough to make me any less mad. My brand new freaking car!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!