I’m not allowed to have two okay days in a row. If I have two okay days in a row, I might get the entirely mistaken idea that I could have three okay days in a row, or God forbid, that maybe the rest of my life might, possibly, just by some totally random but not mathematically excluded chance, be okay.
I’d be happier if my life were just nonstop shit, no breaks, no exceptions. The occasional good thing that comes along serves absolutely no purpose other than to remind me that I’m fucking damned.
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You really ought to stop sharing my thoughts, I might start to get ideas.
ePhrog
Thursday, December 27th, 2007, 11:44 am