R.I.P. Betty

My darling little BMW got totaled yesterday by some bitch in a mini-van. A piece of shit mini-van. She tried to beat me to the intersection, as an oncoming car, to turn left onto Lombard. She didn't quite make it. Most likely because I wasn't turning, I was going straight. She hit me so hard i have major seatbelt bruises on my shoulder, down across my body and where the belt hits you as your sitting. Basically think of what the seatbelt looks like as you're wearing it - that is my lovely bruising pattern. My side hurts, my body aches, and the most disconcerting thing about this - besides losing my darling car and having to now assume a lease or car payments, is that i'm gun-shy on the road. I'm an aggresive driver - not reckless or irresponsible - but aggressive, aware, alert, etc. - and it was strange for me to be so overly cautious. I'm driving a jeep laraedo (larado? sp??) now as a rental - i like it because it is big - i feel protected in that giant. I also drove through the same intersection i was hit in yesterday. I know that sounds silly, but i had to do it.

This sucks, I loved my car - her name was betty, she was champagne colored and so pretty. And that bitch in a piece of shit mini-van took her out. I cannot explain how truly livid i am.

And yes, everyone keeps telling me how lucky i am - that i should be thankful i wasn't seriously hurt, that i could be in the hospital right now, or worse, so yes, i understand all these things - but i'm still livid and upset.

I don't want a new car, i want 'my' car back. Bitch.

I hate mondays.

K