☞Wasteland Warlock☜ (kingfox) wrote,
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This truly is the ULTIMATE LJ obsession test, and my roomie's sister's car accident

Gaze upon my results, shake your head, and realize that I have no life my droogs.

The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test
CategoryYour ScoreAverage LJer
Community Attachment63.44%
You're the Kevin Bacon of LiveJournal, with friends galore to support you. Fear Kingfox's army of fans!
24.55%
MemeSheepage56.14%
I am but one quiz among millions. My brethren surround me on the page.
30.39%
Original Content70.97%
Newsweek, People, and Kingfox's journal
40.22%
Psychodrama Quotient51.81%
Would it kill you to smile? CHEER UP!
16.95%
Attention Whoring70.45%
You'd sell your mother for another three friends
21.59%


I know I'm behind on posting. Here's one newsworthy item. Two days ago, my roomie's sister was driving and pulled into the left turn lane. A big Suburban or similar SUV decided to turn as well, slamming into the mid-sized car (my roomie's actually) she was in. This shoved her into oncoming traffic, where she had a head-on collision with a large Jeep. She is alive. Minor bruising on her chest, burns from the air bag, hurts all over but mostly inside. The air bag saved her fucking life. The car is completely and utterly totalled, the Jeep had minor front damage, the Suburban was fine.

My roomie had been talking with me for months about trying to figure out how he'd get rid of his car, well, it's a moot point now. He called me at work, and I raced out as soon as I could to give him a ride to see his sister. It would have been earlier, but no one showed up at six, so I was left working desk with a crowd of customers for twenty minutes or so. We raced down to Rahway after I picked him up, and comforted his sister. She was so upset about wrecking his car, but he wasn't blaming her and was far more concerned for her health than anything else. We went out to the Rio, and I got to tour a good deal of Woodbridge proper, Colonia, Clark, and Avenel. The trailer park where one of my first girlfriends in high school lived is now a Fox Run condo complex. New grocery stores and strip malls where there was nothing, the whole area is even more developed than I ever thought it could be. I already thought it was a bustling community with a six figure population, now it's just in overdrive. At least the Striking Fist, immortalized on cybersphere, is still there. Of all I saw, it most upset me that the Rio no longer serves a monte cristo. But it's still the best diner in Jersey.

It was great driving around with them, talking, and reminiscing. Got to show him some areas of Colonia and Clark that I never did, got to see his father's childhood home, lots of our roots being shown off to each other. As I drove my roomie back home, he shared quite a bit with me, and I got an even better insight into his mind.

The next morning, as we walked down Grand, we split at the usual corner. He walks to the PATH station, I walk to where I've been semi-legally parking, and we say our daily goodbye. We had both crossed the intersection from where we started, and an old lady was at the remaining intersection. My roomie yelled out to me, ``Thanks again for last night, it meant a lot to me!'' He, of course, was referring to me giving him a ride to see his sister. ``Of course man, anytime!'' The old lady's eyes grew wide, and my roomie made a joke about how horrible this must sound.

I still need to recap Mould and shit. I will. But towelboy is here, reading on the couch behind me. We've got an awesome new TV, and it needs some Halo with component video to break it in.
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