This is the Work! This is the Knowledge! This is the End of man!

Trois:
I'm deathly afraid of worms. The other night I went to my friend K's house to watch him play videogames, and he and J were freaking out about a bug. I saw it hurtling at sonic speed toward my face, and thinking it was a worm they were throwing at me, I dashed out of the way, screeching bloody murder. It wasn't a worm.

The other day it rained, (Fucking MI) and the biggest worm--it was almost a serpent, I tell you!--was oozing in my path. It was behind my car, so I backed my car around it so as not to have serpent threaded in my tire treads. It's THAT bad.

I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE worms. I don't care if they're blind and birds eat them or don't eat them but then tear them into pieces and feed ungrateful chickadees who don't give a damn about eating squiggling things. I think they're evil. They have TEN hearts. You cut them up and they don't die. You cut them up and the two pieces go in opposite directions. And they always seem to find their way into my path of travel. Evil, evil, evil little things.

Quatre:
I used to think Good Luck and Fortuity were two different things. I believed in Bad Luck but not Good. And yet I still believed in Karma.

The Whole Thing that inspired my staunch belief in Misfortune and my disbelief in Good Luck: One Year of Shit.

<li>I got dumped by someone I was starting to fall in love with, right before he moved to China. I still think he was cheating on me with some splendid looking Eastern European from his job. I want to tell him to this day that the sex wasn't great and giving him blow jobs was a chore.</li>

<li> I got into a bad car accident that injured my back and will probably bother me for the rest of my life--particularly in the Bad Weather that afflicts Michigan. The driver who crashed into me decided to make a last second lane change and use me as her breaks. I still feel my lip curl when I see Jeep Grand Cherokees on the road.</li>

<li>Shortly there after, I lost my job because my injury prevented me from working or sitting or driving for any prolonged periods of time. I had to undergo physical therapy on an every other daily basis. Hell, at least I got to park in the handicapped spaces.</li>

<li>Because of the extreme amount of pain from the injury and from stress to my psyche, I had a difficult time focusing on my studies and had to drop about half of them.</li>

<li>When I started to believe that things were on the up and up, three months to the day of my accident, in my brand new (new to me) car, I was driving my sister Momoko to her modelling gig in LA and in Northern San Diego, some ass hole in a brand new blinged out truck decides to slam across a lane of traffic (we're in bumper to bumper, mind you, except the carpool lane in which I am), double yellow lines (Hello, that's illegal) and use my front bumper as HIS breaks. At first I thought that I was the one who was in the wrong, who was going to have to pay for all of this, but the investigation clearly and conclusively said it was the fat ass's fault. He who had the audacity to call his wife and say that someone crashed into his dumbass, environment killing vehicle. I didn't ask you to crash into my lane, asshole. My new (to me) car was in the shop for over a month.</li>

<li>I met the man of my dreams on the internet and flew back and forth across the country to see him. Except that my parents didn't like that I met him on the internet, that he wasn't Christian, and that he is Half Asian. They're slightly racist sometimes. And my sister Momo was so upset about me meeting someone that took up all my time with her that she almost stopped talking to me.</li>

<li>During finals week, after which I would move away from SD to Detroit to be with my Internet Lover, I was studying at a cafe when my car was slammed into by a drunk man. He then tried to hightail it out of there but his car was so damaged from having killed my car that he could hardly flee a block. A man at the gaybar next door ran him down and detained him until the cops got there. While he was flung into the back seat to think about What He Did to Other People, he fed the cop two hours worth of misinformation. The cop then harangued him to give him proper address, licence info, insurance, etc. And the offendent had the nerve to say this was a hate crime because he was gay. No, Fairy (don't get me wrong, some of my closest friends are gay, I don't hate gay people at all), it's because you're drunk and you fucking slammed into a parked car! it's not hate! It's LOGIC. My car E was in the shop again for another month. Barely got her back before it was time to move to Detroit.</li>

<li>The day I left, my sister was so mad at me for leaving she fell asleep during the get together and refused to talk to me when I drove off.</li>

<li>A few weeks later, the first accident that was actually my fault occurred, and my faith in driving wilted.</li>

Oh well. Things are back to normal order now. I think I had enough BL to get back to a Karmic Balance.