So, I've done some particularly crappy things in my life.
We're talking bad here, bad enough to put me on the Naughty List for, oh I don't know, eternity.
Seriously distasteful things that give Karma just cause to deliver a swift kick to my backside.
That being said, I realize I deserve what's coming to me... You know, seven years of bad luck, plague of locusts, rise of evil genius Tom Cruise to absolute power. That's how Karma works, right?
But I ask you Karma, oh controller of my current slew of predicaments, must it all take place now? Am I bound to have one bad day climbing on top of the next like sex starved geeks at a singles bar? How can I be expected to repent my previous evils if all I want to do is resent what's being done to me now?
All this job-losing, fear of homelessness, raging jealousy and stupid lying man insanity in a week...
And the worst Karmic kick of them all:
My favorite bar now has kareoke on Thursday nights.
Oh, the horror.
Oddly enough... I think I might survive this.
-L
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