I hate people.

Last night some asshat keyed my car.
My new car.
My beautiful 2003 Civic.
They made a big scratch across the back, right above the licenseplate holding area.

What, were they jealous? Come on, pal, I work my ass off to make the payments on this car. Go to hell.
I am so pissed off.
I mean, it’s not the end of the world, but I feel so violated. Someone reached out and put a little of their hate into my world by damaging my property. It was almost certainly nobody I actually know. WTF? There’s no reason for this kind of thing.
So… yeah. I have to either buckle down and to the touch up myself (which takes time) or get someone else to do it (which takes money). Feh.