God hates me

Why is it that life just can't seem to run smoothly? You know, just when you're in a happy routine and all seems well, something's gotta happen in your life to stuff you around.

Yesterday Ivan borrowed my car for a very short trip to the post office because it was at the back of the driveway, and it doesn't matter how careful you personally are on the roads, there are always other idiots about. He's coming home and some idiot pulls out of a carpark straight into the side of the car. Luckily Ivan is fine. The damage to my car isn't as bad as it could be, I'm lucky I can still drive the car around and there is no engine damage. But I'm just upset and worried. This other guy seems a bit dodgy and I'm afraid he'll do a runner. I mean, my insurance company should, in theory, be the ones to track him down, but a similar situation that happened to Ivan a few years ago resulted in the other person successfully getting away. And, while it's not so bad, I'm upset because this is the first car I bought on my own. It was brand new just two years ago when I bought it, and I haven't even finished paying it off yet. I'll just feel so much better when it's fixed and paid for. Fucking life.

On Tuesday Ivan and I had our 4 year anniversary, but, get this, we both forgot. Yep, both of us. In fact, I wasn't even home for most of that day. Maybe I've joined too many committees when I don't even see my boyfriend on our anniversary.

Apart from the crap yesterday, the week was looking not too bad. But I just can't seem to stop worrying about it, even though I know I shouldn't because it won't help in any way. But it's my nature to worry. Tomorrow: tax accountant. Let's hope the government have found an error in all my previous tax assessments and realised they actually owe me $50 000 or something. Why did I pick that amount? Well, asking for any more would be too much of a dream, so maybe, hoping for less, it will actually come true. Hmm, think not.

Drive safe, people, and give way when you're supposed to! Word.