Well I was planning on starting a thread to bitch about the usual crap in my life... shitty marriage, shitty weekend at work, shitty life, no friends, no money, stressful job, fighting with the wife, don't know if I'll ever be able to leave, don't know if I'll ever be with anyone else if I leave, blah blah blah... but then on top of all that, as I'm driving home from work after a long and miserable weekend, car in front of me suddenly swerves, runs over something and I see it fly up in the air and BAM... I hit the remnants of a blown semi truck tire. My front bumper is now demolished. Bad luck, huh? Oh, did I forget to mention that this is the SECOND TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME??? FUCK!!!!! God hates me. I swear it. I don't have the money for a new bumper, and something tells me my insurance company is going to raise an eyebrow if I tell them the same story that happened last time. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!! Why? Doesn't my life suck enough already??? What the fuck... why God, why? Why destroy the only good thing I have left? When I had a car that I hated, this shit never happened to me. Now that I have a car that I actually like, that I actually try to take care of, it just seems to be target practice for idiot drivers and road debris. I don't know why I bother. If this is what happens when I have something I like, then maybe it's for the best that I hate my life. Because the more I like something, the more shit life seems to fling at it.