well on the bright side, my sense of humour has come back. Something happened today to a friend that I found interesting.
She had just gone back to work when her son called her to tell her their hydro would be cut off if she didnt pay the bill b 2 pm. Funnily enough she HAD paid it, but the lasy at the bank had put it to the wrong account. Her ex-husbands account. So she still had to pay the bill and then had to track down her ex to get her money back from him. All in all she missed 3 hours of work and had a pretty shitty day all because some banker-lady wasnt paying attention. (Did you get it?? PUNNY!!!!Oh shut up.)
Anyway, the funny part about it is that she said she thought of me while she was going through all this hassle. Because she knows that this kind of shit happens to me on a weekly if not daily basis.
Case:
When i was going to saskatchewan aka the land of the freak show, I let Jon use my car. So i thought it a good idea to put him on my insurance. I was told there was no extra cost for this. I recieved a registered letter yesterday saying if i didnt pay $60 by thursday midnight my coverage would be cancelled.
So i go into the office breathing fire, or garlic, and asked what the bloody hell was going on. After an hour of arguing I basically had to pay the freaking $60. Which brings the total to 2 times my insurance company has fucked up and managed to screw me up the ass with a carrot. And i am a preferrred customer. And i pay my insurance per year. PER YEAR> you would think they would love that. No hassle.
I am mistaken.
I forget sometimes that i am an extremely unlucky person in every regard and that when my family immigrated here they changed their name from Murphy.
So when my friend went through this today, she said she felt sorry for me. That i had to deal with this shit all the time.
Dr. Phil was talking to some people who felt that they were 'doomed' that all they had was bad luck. He said "Out of all the billions on this world, why do you think God would target you? What makes you so special?"
Well fuck him.
Fuck him with a rusty hammer.
There are certain people in this world who through no fault of their own just get screwed. I believe that I am paying karma for the sins of my father. Or past life crap. Or maybe I really AM that important and God wants to mess with me. which should technically make me feel better that i am that important.....
as a side God note:
After i had gotten dumped in what could only be the weirdest break up in history (I like you too much. I am afraid to like you more. so its easier to break it off now), I was obviously pretty depressed. On the drive home i was flipping through the radio and just then
just then
that song came on
My favourite song ever
I will survive.
Not half way through...right at the beginning. And the song seemed somehow appropriate to the situation.
Right after that I switched stations again and!
The song i have been trying to download but cant quite get, the song i have had stuck in my head fo rthe past 2 weeks came on.
Which i think shows that God felt sorry for me and even he was saying "What the fuck was that guy thinking? Here are som eof your favourite songs to cheer you up dear. There there. I will give him a plague for you. Something in the festering category perhaps?"
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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