If I laugh at car accidents, does that make me a sadist?

Okay.... so, remember how I saw Nick yesterday? Yeah? Good. So, apparently on his way home, he got into a car accident; it wasn't serious, no one was hurt or anything, he just messed up the front end of his truck because he rear-ended someone. The wonderful irony and hilarity of it all? I was totally teasing him about driving a pick up truck when we were talking. I actually told him several times that he needed to get a new car.

Hilarious.

Anyway, tomorrow is Wednesday... and hopefully I don't die. I find myself in a Catch-22, because if I say anything, I'm dead, but if I don't then I'm dead anyway. And I'm kicking myself right now because I have more to lose now. Before, I didn't really consider us friends or anything, more like acquaintances that moved in the same circle; now, though.... oii. But I figure it'll be better to just get it over with rather than let it all build up and have it be even more painful come June.

So.... until, tomorrow, then. Provided I don't die of shame or sadness. And a little piece of me also wants to write "or happiness", but I'm not so hopeful.