Did you hear the one about the journalist and a semi truck?

So, like many twenty-somethings with $120,000 degrees in really interesting -- and totally useless -- things like creative writing, I tend toward dramatic hyperboles. I never simply have bad days. I have catastrophic, world-ending days. I am never just hungry. My stomach is always on the verge of eating itself. And after waking from a long night of drinking, I often feel like I've been run over by a Mac truck.

It turns out my analogies are like totally off. Last week, on the way to an interview, my five year old Honda was side-swapped by an actual Mac Truck. Luckily-miraculously- I walked away without a scratch. I learned a very important lesson however: Turns out that being hit by an 18-wheeler feels NOTHING like being hung-over. Looks like I'm going to have to work on my simile skills.

On the plus side, I now have a built-in excuse for everyday things I've neglected to do in the past week-like updating this blog. You'll have to excuse me though: I was hit by a semi-truck :)

Comments

[Pat S.]

Damn dude, glad you are OK after that one.

[Amanda]

My gosh - look at how the roof of your car folded in!!! Bizarre.

Also: 1) I will convince you one day that lawyers can be fun. 2) I really, really agree with you about Enya.

[Schlomo Goldbergstein]

Wow. That picture makes me sick. I'm serious.

But what's that comment about you thinking that lawyers aren't fun??? I'm hurt :(