Okay, not EVERY single person at Hertz sucks, but the majority of those employees at the L.A. Hertz located on La Brea…they completely and utterly suck donkey balls, ESPECIALLY the James dude. Yeah, one more person and company to add to the “kiss my white Norwegian ass” list. Fucktards (just for you Sarah!)

I have a car. A larger car than I wanted, but it’s a Chevy Impala that hits 60 in barely two seconds, so I’m good. NO thanks to car rental agencies who don’t understand any situation out of the ordinary, which as all who know me, everything in my life is such.

MANY thanks to a very understanding and helpful Attorney and his assistant who helped me. I realize he’s so helpful because a big check will head his direction once it’s all settled (he’s representing ALL of those but the driver at fault from this accident), but still. It’s nice to know he’s aware of that and is doing his best to keep me happy (ie, NOT pissed off). So, once it’s all good and done, I’ll be dropping his name and definitely referring others to him if need be. If he remains on my no-scowl side, that is.

A rental car, but it’s a car. FINALLY! Jeeze, Mercury Insurance can still kiss my ass, but even my lawyer (and his assistant) were beginning to piss me off. Apparently it pays to be pissed off as I lit someone under their butts and woo hoo. No more relying on John or a coworker for transportation. Sheesh. The past few weeks have sucked in that area.

And, since I can’t really have a month-long break and it BE void of chaos and insanity, tomorrow is the beginning of the work, school, business, sleep, homework in there somewhere, life. Once again. Lordy, we’ll see if I survive this semester. We’ll see.

But I’ve met an awesome chick, (heya blue Civic!), one of the others involved in the accident and it looks like I actually KNOW someone here now. Cool beans and then some. Only took me three years? hehe.

I do have a trip in to the head doc tomorrow, but here’s hoping he’ll just let me give him and update, discuss with me the various medication options and give me some damn happy pills to balance out this grey mass that’s tired of struggling through every day occurrences like oh, managing to survive a day with out wackin’ someone on the head.

Oh yeah…if you’re looking to watch a hilarious, slap your thigh, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, watch Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. I rented it, loved it, bought it the next day. It’s THAT awesome. (Just ignore the pile of drool as I try not to act like a teenager while watching that Kal Penn)

It feels weird…saying I have a lawyer. Never imagined I’d need one but once again, you don’t know about this shit until it happens. Oy. Now my hunky dory L.A. lawyer can speak to the imbeciles at Mercury for me. And oh…I could have him talk to me all day long, his voice is so soothing.

So yup, the girl who was the passenger in the car behind me (the blue Civic that was squashed by the Mitsubishi Montero) called him up and then suggested to me, so wah lah, good ole legal stuff is a happening. Oh…and medical. I had my second visit at the chiropractor’s earlier this evening and feeling a little better already. Of course, it’s still there, the annoying pain I get from moving my damn head, but hey, things take time. It is quite amazing how much damage an accident can do without creating visible injuries (well, that can’t be seen without x-rays). Good to know my neck now curves the opposit direction than it should. And that bowling ball analogy the doc used…is exactly how it feels. No matter how I sit, unless my head is actually resting again something (my favorite is a wall), then it feels like it’s just going to roll right off.

Anyhow, I’m off to bed since it’s so cold it’s taken me twice as long to type this up. Here’s hoping my next update is to say Mercury finally answered a damn phone and my lawyer has set up a rental car for me.