FINEST K.O - You win

[dolari]

Heh.

Karma's a BITCH.

Heh.

After the events of last night, it took every ounce of willpower not to throw off one of my Haoh Soo Kooh Kens (AKA my Kinko's Stress Reliever). I was told I really shouldn't do those anymore because they seem to be something magical.

It took a LOT of willpower to keep that from happening. Especially now.

Heh.

I posted a bunch of resumes before bed.

Heh.

When I woke up today, I woke up to an EMail that said I'd gotten a callback from one of my resumes.

I also woke up to the realization that my sister's computer's hard drive fried.

I also woke up to the realization that the cable went out.

And I didn't do a THING.

My sister's computer took almost all day to repair, she lost EVERYTHING. MY father's Spur's game? Couldn't watch it! No cable!

My day was pretty boring...but I've been thankful all day to whatever/whoever did this for me. All without a Haoh Soo Kooh Ken to be done.

I've been strangely giddy all day over this, and I'll admit, thinking about last night STILL pisses me off, but DAMN today felt good.

Heh.

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[elenderel.livejournal.com]

Hey y'know what's also interesting? The same thing happens to me whenever someone pisses me off ... eventually sooner or later, they get theirs. Just ask the store manager who didn't give a damn when I complained to him that I'd been insulted by one of his employees -- an hour or so after I left the store, he fell off a ladder and broke his leg or arm (I forget which). Shortly after that, he was fired for sheer incompetence.

Or the guy in high school who walked right up to me in the hall and told me to my face that I was so ugly, he could not see how the Lord God could've seen fit to create me -- by the time he graduated, he had a huge ugly white patch of white hair in the middle of the top of his head, which nicely set off the darkness of the rest of his hair.

(Or my pedophilic, alcoholic, incestuous grandfather, or my unspeakably disgusting and wretched father... the list goes on and on.) There's countless other times when someone's done something rotten to me, and they've ended up in a flaming wreck or something like that a short time later. I explained this to a professed Satanist, who got this glint in his eyes and he begged me to join his religion. No thanks.

Wish I knew more about how that works.