Used to have great respect for Karma — suffering from overdeveloped sense of justice and all. But now, as Karma has taken to biting yours truly in the ass on a regular basis, am starting to fall out of love with exotic motivator. In rapid fashion.
Always believed people to be worth all the good that could possibly do for them. All people. The man on the bus this morning. Cranky coworkers at monkey job. J. Well, not anymore.
Fuck you, man on bus. Fuck you, cranky coworkers. Fuck you, J.
Oh, wait. Already did that. Never mind.
Isn’t it funny how just saying the word “fuck” somehow makes you feel better?
wowsers. Hope your mood improves.
Hmm. Having a bad day? Hang in there. I’ll cheer you up – I’ll send some nice weather your way, just as soon as we’re done with it here in Chi-town……sunny and 60′s this weekend……
Oh, and I have a date. With a lovely woman, who spends hours talking to me on the phone, and says she can’t wait to meet me.
Considering how L crushed my world last summer, I’m excited for the first time in months. I wish you the same feelings soon…
You did the guy on the bus and you don’t even know his name?
Earl.
No you didn’t do my man Earl!
fuck.
At least it’s snowing today, which is nice.
oh wait, I’m kidding.
My faith in karma, the word at least, was reaffirmed when I accompanied a friend to a body shop to get his car fixed. They were discussing means to defraud the insurance company, because the body shop owner was a great believer in “Karma kickbacks”.
When I moved to NY and tried the whole acting thing, I had a hard time saying the curse words in the plays because of my Puritan upbringing. My acting teacher explained that saying “FUCK YOU!” was one of the few pleasures of living in New York. How right he was. Now I curse like a sailor. He created a monster with a potty mouth.
But it sure does feel good to say sometimes.
Fuck them all! =)
Fuck Fuck Fuckety Fuck Fuck is one of my favorite phrases…it lets out so much anger and frustration…then there’s also rugby…