May 9th gets the big ole middle finger...
So lets talk about my wonderful day. Here we goooooooooooo. First off, I didn't want to go to work this morning. I really didn't. Then I was a poop head to someone...that isn't always good. (Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!) So then I got to work and I didn't say a freakin word to anyone. I think I spoke 10 words (Hi, Bye, I'm going to smoke). That's 6. I had to endure all the stupid questions and comments "Rich, what's wrong with you today?" "Rich, you're really quiet...that's weird" and whatever the hell else they wanted to ask. The best was "Rich, you're really hard to judge. Like I would ask you what's wrong but you don't seem like you want to talk about it". That was a fun one. [Side note...it's freaking hot as shit in my house right now]. Well 7:00 pm finally came and it was time to go home. After 6:00 pm, the buses from downtown to practically everywhere only run like 2 times in a 3 hour period. Well I was hell bent on catching that 7:10 pm bus outta town. Well on my way there, this fucking lady decides to I guess blow a red light (and the sign that says NO TURN ON RED) and makes a turn. Right into poor ole Richie. Now she wasn't going that fast but a car weighs 1600 lbs and I weigh 160 lbs. Yes, I lose. She hit me right in the hip and I kinda sorta flopped so to speak onto the hood of her car. She got out of her car and did the whole "Oh my god..are you ok hun?" thing. It was kind of a blur right there so I'm really not sure what I said if I did say anything. I grabbed my bag and my mp3 player off the ground and just left. I had to catch that damn bus. It hurts a little right now. I'm sure if it's bad tomorrow, I'll take my ass to the ER to see what's up. Right now I don't even have a bruise. Well I made the bus and went home. That was my lovely day. I still blame the car hitting me on karma. That shit can be a bitch.