Spacey Girl + Car + Ice = Auto Accident. At least it did yesterday. Thankfully all survived, including myself, which meant I got to actually cry about it all ON SCENE…Live…and a boohooing big color. This was the result of my 1 suck choice in a full day of great choices already made and enjoyed.

The day in question was yesterday, which held so much promise when I woke up. Yesterday which continued going strong with the “goodness” up until the happen-ness of the accident.

I started off by watching the sunrise. One of my favorite, bed leaping Flickr friends said something about all my 365daygirl photos being indoors so I let myself out for some sunshine.

Then I made a fun video about my pathetic and troublesome online dating experience and uploaded it about about a bijillion other vids onto my youtube channel.

Then I took a VERY exciting nap! Naps and sleep can be so good for you…makes ya look younger! Trust me.

Then, then folks, I went to watch some Rome: The Complete First Seasondramatic depictions of ancient sex, violence, and politics with my friends at Swank.

By this time, dear readers it had already snowed and the roads were TURBO slick with ice. Thanks to our oh so intelligent cost cutting state government there were hardly any snowplows in operation to handle it too.

Anyhoo after watching the dramatic sex and violence I went back home to change into something sexy so I could go to kitten mittens and dance the night away. I hadn’t been dancing regularly for a while.

I don’t remember AT ALL the 10 seconds of visual information that would have told the part of my brain that controlled my arms and the foot on the gas pedal “hey, wait a second there girl”. As far as I could tell and recall the car I hit came out of fuckin NOWHERE. It was like a blacked out. I even had a hard time telling the police how it all happened.

My brain has done that before – not processed critical visual information in a nice “hey I get it” manner. Actually, a few week earlier, I got myself hit in the face by Anomaly Boys glowing staff. Yes, I failed to notice a brightly glowing, fast spinning staff, until it I “danced” myself right into it. Years of dancing on stiletto heels, and weaving my way through crowds of people without even touching them, and I tried to catch a heavy object with my EYEBALL.

Okay but back to the car accident. My first one as a driver. And I’m crying all over the place, and my face is stinging from the airbag exploding into it. And my brain is SATURATED with thoughts of god I am such an airhead sometimes! With my distraction and fluffy thinking. Sometimes it makes trying to operate in the real world a tad…dangerous.

But I’m fine. I have insurance. My car might be drive-able, it might be fucked but I have loving people who can chauffeur my ass around a bit and keep telling me it’s okay.

I’m just a touch worried and bothered that it happened at a time when I am kind of financially fucked. As the bank hates me at the moment, so does a credit card company, I don’t get paid sick leave, and I kinda make…well dick.

But this is a transformation process right? I am sure I’ll make a fabulous phoenix…I just don’t like the burny part all that much.