The joys of adulthood

So, getting into a car accident is not so much fun. Remember my little piece of shit car? Like the one I hated, but at the same time loved so deeply, because it was mine and all his weird tics and things what it did belonged to it and it to me? It's dead. I'm still waiting for it to declared dead, but it's pretty much done.
Good thing I'm in an amazing garage, they handled everything with the insurances and now all we're waiting for is for someone to claim liability. Nice one. At the moment I'm driving a rental. A VW, it's nice, really nice, with like leather seats and working gas and shit, but I still miss my little silver thingy. I know, I'm weird. But yea. I'll miss you my beloved car.