So like FML

Oh my god I...I don't...I thought my mom was going to kill me.

Because of our ghetto parking I have to (like, if they were cars \\|| would be my sisters, mine, my dads and my moms cars in out driveway, so I have to back out between my sister and dads car)

Well.

Today I didn't do so good D:

I WAS CLEAR. I FUCKING SWEAR I WAS CLEAR but apparently my bumper didn't think so D:

So yeah.

Something got hooked apparently and just pulled my bumper a little but totally bent back a corner of my dads back bumper D:

My sister was in the car and we were like

"..."

My sister: "You were clear."

Me: "I know."

My sister: "This is terrible."

Me: "I don't want to go inside."

My sister: "..."

Me: "I am so dead."

Luckily I wasn't dead and my mom and dad didn't flip out about it and my mom is either going to get it fixed tomorrow or my brother will look at it/fix it in a couple days when he comes up.

Yeah. I just about died of shamehumiliationterrorofwrath.

I ended up going into town with my sister and driving anyway because my sister had a feeling that the Popo were out en masse(which it ended up that they were) and yeah. The rest of my driving was fine just...that. That. Yeah.

That's it. I don't like our ghetto parking.

~Adi Out