falling down is so cliche

i just got back from the physical therapist...I feel bad lying to the overly bright and cheery people there because im really not hurt anymore....they give me massages and make me do gay exercises or calisthenics....and pull on a rubberband for about an hour.....so its not that bad....and eventually im supposed to get more insurance money....to go towards a new car.
I know...im one of those people....but what the fuck am i supposed to do? i have no car....i cant sue the indignent drunk fucker who totaled my car for money...and my car was only worht 2000 dollars......which is a bit far fetched for a decent car....
Although i dont have a car....i have no complaints really....im staying busy, on a decent schedule, making money, and saving money without having to pay for gas.....i just wish i had more time to write script.....
Yesterday at Jerod's house/ Summers party that she wasn't present at (while i was there atleast) we played "throw playing cards fast at eachothers head" which is honestly the best card game ive ever played....much better than hearts or spades or even poker.....and i got some aerobic exercise......Pretending to be the X-man, Gambit (the ragin cajun) was also a plus....
before the affair began elliot posed the idea of him needing to learn more card games.....and i suppose he 'learned' 1
if i were the elliot i would give that game a 10/10 $'s....

today ive been listening to this White Stripes band.....and i like them moderately....
i admire the use of only a guitar and a kit and making some rad rock in roll music, alot of which sounds like early 60's tunes i think...and that allows me to dig them a little more than weezer (the other band ive been listening to...not really comaparable).....fuckin power pop rock.....
plus the chick i want to say her name is Mic White, that plays the precussion is quite cute....and the guy....he is weird and unnattractive....i think

some say im easy....i just say my name is reesey...and thats how it all got started....woah