[ life:revisited 2010 + 1 ]

Man. I have the worst luck, aside from people that have cancer. And of course, the Jewish. I now owe the gov't 200 bones because my old job, Sprint Faggot Assholes Inc., screwed me yet again, when will the fun stop. Couple that with the flu, dealing with complete fools every single day, losing my absolute favorite black shirt somehow, even though it only could have vanished between the couch and my FUCKING CAR, not making enough money to keep my head above water, and when I do make enough, something gouges me like our worthless asinine government run by the biggest fool ever born, some asshole hitting my car and scraping it, and the list goes on.

There is a great post by the GrllyMonster about luck that is pretty insightful, prolly her best post yet, defintely check it out. But I digress. So as I was reloading my Mossberg 935 and taking aim at another person who tries to access a porn site and wonders why its blocked, I read this great post by Girlly, and it put some things in perspective. Yes, I will concede that there are people in this world who have it much worse off. So what am I supposed to feel? Should I just be happy when bad shit happens, and say, "Thank God I don't have Leprosy!" or something? I do feel for people that are in situations that they have no control over, but I also am allowed to be raving pissed about my shitty situation as well, so to all the hungry in Pakistan, I feel for you, but I am not sending you any damn food, because I CAN'T AFFORD POSTAGE TO SEND IT TO YOU.