Coffee, Cards, and a Goatee.

Okay, I realize that my posts have been a bit bleak lately, but I have to get one more off my chest, and then sometime soon i will post a happy thing. Even if I have to make it up. But for now, an open letter to life:

Dear Life,

Stop unloading all your shit on me, alright? I've got way too much to do, and no time to do it all in. Since realizing that I only have myself to blame would result in my feeling worse, I am opting to blame you, you sadistic bastard. Personally, I think you have some hardcore unresolved mommy issues. You should get help. Also, if this whole cosmic balance bullshit is going to work out, then I'm going to need to win the lottery or something. Seriously.

And for god's sake, could you stop being so obtuse about things? If I deserve all this bad shit, at least have the decency to tell me why. I mean...that's just mean and cowardly.

Anyway, hope things are going well for you. Fucker.

Love and kisses,
Zach