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I fucking hate people. I am currently in pain right now because people are assholes. I have a bloody leg,  ripped up pants, and a messed up hand thanks to people. Allow me to elaborate...

I was going to bed last night when as I was sitting here at the desk doing one last check of the internet, I see someone parked in front of me backing out. Right into my fucking car. They proceed to hit my car. I take off downstairs at a tear in my socks but the sprinklers were on. BAM right on my face. They didn't even bother to get out and check their car or mine for damage. I FUCKING KNOW THEY SAW ME chasing them down the street too which really pisses me off. My leg is killing me. I couldn't sleep for another hour because of the pain. And all this was after getting home from a party I really didn't want to go to last night.

I went to my friend's birthday party even though I was exhausted from getting up at 3am. I taught from 4 to about 9 yesterday. After that I did laundry, helped the kid clean the fuck out of her room, went to lunch, ran errands, and basically went non-stop all day. Around 7 I headed out to this party. It wasn't the fact that it was a party that made me cranky it was that it was a THEME party. Ugh. A video game theme party. Everyone (and I do mean everyone) but me was in a costume. Really? While I respect the outfits they come up with, I really don't understand people who cosplay. In essence that's what this was - a cosplay event. Who the fuck has time to put together a full replica of an Assassin's Creed outfit? With working arm knife even! Most of the costumes were full on real costumes that these people had made themselves. I felt so out of place. I didn't fit in at all. BUT I did want to at least make a cameo appearance. This isn't the first time I have felt out of sorts around this particular couple and their friends. It's funny, I can get along with people in their 20s, people in their late 30s and early 40s, and people older. But people roughly 29-34? Nope. There's this like disconnect between us. These people like to 'make' things. These are the ones into 50s retro and steampunk which I just don't get. That was the group there last night. Everyone was nice, I just don't understand them. So I smiled nice, had a soda, stayed for a little while and came home. If I had been less tired I might have had a better time, maybe. I also know that I really don't fit in with those people. Hell, lately I haven't been fitting in with anyone. Story of my fucking life...

The kid is gone until late tomorrow. I have the house to myself. I am going to clean and walk around naked...