FUCK YOU TO THE PEOPLE THAT SHATTERED THE PASSENGER SIDE WINDOW OF MY CAR THE NIGHT BEFORE I WAS TAKING IT BACK TO JERSEY.

FUCK YOU TO THE MOTHERFUCKER THAT FAKED AN INJURY LAST NIGHT WHILE I WAS DRIVING A COMPANY CAR AND WILL MOST LIKELY SUE EITHER MYSELF OR MY PLACE OF WORK, WHICH WILL AT THE VERY LEAST COST ME A LOAD OF AGGREVATION AT WORK OR POSSIBLY EVEN MY FUCKING JOB.

seriously... i couldn't be more fustrated with my ridiculous amount of god-awful luck. i'd like to think that i'm a pretty damn good individual and i'm pretty sure those who know me well think the same. if this is karma... what the fuck did i do wrong? or conversely, when the fuck is my luck going to change?

i've grown a pretty thick skin lately. generally speaking most aspects of my life are incredible. however, this recent string of events (to bring you up to speed... car being totaled by my brother, apartment burning down, being robbed at knife point on top of the two caps-locked events up top) has really taken a toll on me. so enough. i give up. you win. goodnight. --