So here's how my luck has gone the past few months. Within two weeks, I:
Got my wallet stolen 15 minutes after cashing my check.
Found out my dad needed open heart surgery.
Had to spend 50 dollars on a new tire.
Had my car catch on fire and become useless two days after spending 50 dollars on a new tire.
Got fired.
Then, yesterday evening, I was almost killed by a mountain lion (don't ask).
However, my head stays high. And I try to myself. But weed is scarce, and times is hard. Yes, I said "is". It's from Sweeney Todd. If what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I'll be immortal by the end of this year. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, and I'm already grown up. Life is a horrible thing to have happen to you.
Oh, and on a side note, Yes. I complain. All the time. It's just what I do. Fortunately, though, there is a "back" button on most browsers that will allow you to go back where you came from rather than leave me foul-mouthed comments. Because I assure you, I can spit venom when I'm provoked, and my tongue is made of razorblades. In other words, If you don't like that I complain constantly, just don't read my diary, and if I get a nasty comments, Ill probably make you cry via internet, and that's no fun to explain to friends. |
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