Wearing: Zara cigarette pants, Gorman spotty top, Wittner shoes, Cashmere cardigan
What a fucking nightmare of a day. Driving back from the gym tonight, a KANGAROO hit me. I didn’t hit it, it literally hit me. Hopped out from the bushed, straight into the passenger door. The thud was unbelievable, and luckily I was too shocked to swerve and hit the car next to me.
The damn roo wobbled on the ground for a bit before hopping off into the bushes, so I really hope he/she/it wasn’t too hurt. I’m still plagued with guilt, even though there was absolutely nothing I could do to avoid it. Poor little roo, what if he’s in the bushes somewhere all hurt and traumatised :(
And thanks to him/her/it, I now have a decent dent in my passenger door which will cost an arm and a leg to get repaired. My boyfriend has been driving that car incident free for 6 years and 2 months before we have to sell it, this happens.