November 4, 2003
I sat in the warmth of my car. You with your head in the clouds backed up. A crash ensued and I am left with the damage. Your monster gas guzzling pathfinder tromped on my poor little jetta. Crushed glass, pushed in metal and ripped leather are what I am left with while you park your beast with a scratch licked off your bumper. My hood trapped in place by mashed in parts and the tears shed over my poor old grrrl who will never be the same and a cold drafty winter ahead. Oh yes you will pay dear.