I ain't gonna take none of your foolin' around

So once upon I have a headache and a backache. I have these two aches because I was hit in my rear. The rear of my car, that is. Yes, it seems that I am an accident magnet while good songs are on. My very first accident, Sexy Back was on and now I cannot listen to that in the car while driving. My first rear ending, I dont recall what was on, but I'm sure when it comes on I subconsciously freak out and that's why I slap Andrew in the face. But this morning--7amish to be 'exact'--I was rear ended at the intersection of 112 and Woodside. The boy (and I mean boy) who was driving was paying attention to the man yelling at him in another car and not me, listening to Creedance Clearwater Revival's "I Put a Spell on You" just waiting for the light to turn green so I could get gas and then drive home and nap before driving out to Riverhead. But that didn't happen because, as I said, he wasn't paying attention. And apparently (I wasn't in their car, afterall) he slammed on the gas instead of the break in a panic when he saw me stopped and hit me in the behind. I'm thinking he was going at least 25ish, maybe 30ish, give or take--but I ain't no expert on this shit. And I was completely stopped. Just listening to groovy tunes, debating on what to listen to next. Yeah. Well. I hit my head on the sun visor thing so now I have a headache and I'm currently debating whether or not the pain in my back is a temporary case of insanity or if it's an actual issue that should be looked at by a medical professional. All on their insurance OF COURSE, because, as we all know...Reptar don't got no health insurance to pay for that shit. So yeah. I was just given my $25,000 check for school yesterday and it figures something like this would happen, so by chance I would have to spend it on *this* and not school. But let's not get carried away! I got books to read and notes to take. Not to mention the tests I gotta pass to study some shit that really wont make a difference anyhow. Something a little funny about this whole thing though? It all goes back to Sexy Back because I say so. I had my kangaroo full of cd's in the car last night and Andrew found the cd with Sexy Back on it--and its presence did, in fact, grace Chunk's musical slit...though I did not play it except to pass it. So it is JT's fault. But now that I think of it, was my kangaroo in the car the night of my first accident? And second? Because maybe it's that fuzzy marsupial's fault and not Timberlake's. Either way, I just want kisses and a hug. Pretty please? With sugar on top?

I got my cat moves

That so upsets them

Zippers and buttons

Fun to frustrate them

They get so angry

Like pouty children

Denied their candy

I laugh right at them