Karma is funny at times

[Righty The Wonder Ghoul]

hey reaper, wanna make a club of the "overall decent guys who get screwed" ??? im sure we could get lots of members.

[Lewis Black]

Then again don't take any advice from a love freak named Belldandy. You can always dress up as a thug. Rich girls tend to go for that. Why? Because they're stupid I want them to die! With knives! And poison!

Like the Hilton girls. Death by poisoned knives!

[Ming]

I can't stand those Hilton girls...well, Paris at least. Grow the hell up, seriously...

At any rate, I think that there is a lot to be said about the power of positive reinforcement. I think that sometimes, if you keep feeling sorry for yourself, you'll just keep digging yourself deeper. It's like personal karma. If you keep doing bad things to yourself (feeling sorry for yourself and cursing your own life and saying how bad you seem to have it while others seem to have it sooo good despite being pricks), then karma comes back and bites you in your own ass.

[Lewis Black]

Like what John Lennon sang, "Instant Karma is gonna get you...". But then again he also sang "Happyness is a warm gun." I don't see any of you young whippersnappers blaming that song for you damn crimes! That tells me you little snot nosed ass monkeys listen to nothing but that crappy "Homey G in da hizous strikin it from the side street with your flip flop time pants" music! You should be ashamed of youselves! Go to church cretins!

But in all seriousness depression gets you nowhere. It also makes you lose sleep and you can hardly work to your full potential. Trust me, I've suffered through depression for 4 years and it did nothing for my self esteem and grades. I thank whatever god that made me bump into Terri. She's the one that made me so damn happy. Before I met her I thought all women were just gold diggers. Latching onto their current man for money while cheating on with some macho cheese head with a large...dare I say it...HIV-Rod. Yea. I loathed the opposite sex. I also hated, hated with all my heart PDA (public displays of affection). I wanted to destroy, kill, shoot, obliterate with an axe anyone who did it. There was this couple in my high school that did it all the time. You know what I did? I imagined on my free time of course how to make them suffer badly. I was a walking seething cauldron of black hearted, evil hatred cloaked in kindness. A demon in sheep's fur.

So here's the jist of it: depression + extended amount of time x constant belittlement= Seething cauldron of absolute hatred. Now that I have exposed my black hearted sin I feel much better. I don't feel badly for the things I thought about and life seems to have schooled me (very well) about the opposite sex. But I still wanna plow through those damn brats everytime the decide to stop in the middle of the mall to kiss. Hehehe, just don't do that around when I'm workin at Hot Topic. Me and the gang have a spitball shooting range whenever the boss ain't looking.