Dearest Karma, Fate, Destiny, and Life,
I get it. I concede. You win. I’m a whiny, ass-hole, failure, and looser; and you four are the most wrathful bitches ever. I won’t try to leave my parents no matter how pathetic and old i get. I won’t try to go after a life i want to live. I won’t try to find the job that keeps me happy. I won’t even try to find a someone to call my significant other (what ever that may be). the one concession i ask for this year is a job. one that pays the bills, and leaves me enough money at the end of the month to frequent a strip joint. maybe even motel room and a hooker. as far as i can tell you got 90% of this deal. can i at least have a job that lets me pay to get laid?
Thanks and bye.