I have purchased a car. I really like my new car. I don't have it yet, it's gotta have the roadworthy and all that fun stuff done still, but it's nice.. and it's green.. and i like it.. and I can't wait until I get it on Tuesday or Wednesday. I'm so excited it's unbelievable.

Go lookie at my new vroom - it r yay!
I just want one day dudes - seriously.. just one fucking day, where that car does not cause me a drama.. does not require RACV assistance.. does not konk out coz it ran out of petrol (okay that's my fault.. but all the other stuff isn't my fault completely is it?)

Today started out brilliantly - the car we went and looked out turned out to be an absolute winner, it has EVERYTHING I want and need in a new goggo and I'm delighted that we didn't have to drive an hour away to buy a car. We even managed to get a $1000 trade in price on the bus. Fucking SWEET. Serious - we were figuring we'd probably get about.. i dunno.. $20? or an offer of "you give me $300 and I'll take this piece of shit off your hands forever" .. i wouldn't have been happy with that, but it's a fair assessment.

We did the new car thing, then went to deposit B at her father's place and then we were heading back home to my dad's place when the drama llama jumped out and decided that today, of all days, is a day for serious shitfuls.

Sapia said this in my previous post at LiveJournal:

"Oh god

I don't know how you managed to have that much shit happen in such a short amount of time."

Well, I'll answer her here - because simply, it's a response worthy of it's own post.

The reason, my dear friend Sapia, is simply put. It's because my car is shit. The end.

Does that make sense?

So we're (we being me, my dad and my brother Luke) stuck in traffic because of roadworks on the westgate bridge, happily chatting away about the new car and all of that stuff when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, BANG.

To be quite honest, I don't remember what happened, just short bursts and flashes - one minute we were chatting about the new car and I was the last person in the line of traffic and then the next, I've had my car rammed so fucking hard up the ass that it's almost pushed me directly under a semi trailer - and god fucking knows how the hell I managed to swerve to avoid that trailer and get my car across another lane and into an emergency lane without getting killed.

We were stationary - the guy that hit us? He drove into us at about 60-70km/h (we think.. he didn't even know how fast he was going, which really, could mean he was actually going faster than that).

He has no insurance.

I don't have insurance either.

Oh hey, do you recall the part earlier where I said that the dealer offered me $1k for my car?

Yeah.. fuck.

I'm so fucking screwed. The guy seemed genuinely concerned - and so he should be, he drives a much newer car than I do and he has no insurance. He's fucked - his car might even possibly be a write off. I dunno. It was still driveable but his bumper bar was about half way up his engine mount.

My car? Realistically - it's a write off. The caryard has been informed as I have a contract with them regarding the vehicle - and they've said it should all be okay, not to worry too much.

You see, the thing is, I know none of you are surprised by this happening! So I dunno why the hell I'm so bloody surprised.

You know what? I just wanna know why no one could fucking write my car off completely (yes my car is now officially a write off) about six months ago when I wasn't trading it in.

Where the fuck is the justice in this world?

Gah.