I am, as always, amazed at how good people constantly have bad shit happen to them. I am not saying that bad people don't have bad shit, but really I am not worried about them. Yes I am also fully cognisant of the adjective of "good" and "bad" is purely subjective...so please do not bore me with that crap...this is my blog...thank you...
When these things happen, I think about karma, every dog having their day, past lives and all of the platitudes that we tell ourselves and each other, in hushed, comforting tones. I like to think that every dog has their day...in my house the dog has his day everyday...and I put faith in the fact that it does, even without me knowing. Like Homer though, I need a sign please.
Today I got a sign... http://www.news.com.au/business/worklife/the-investment-banker-and-his-dating-spreadsheet/story-e6frfm9r-1226334020447
Thank you karma, this sign has shown me that the idiots in tin foil are in full force. That men will trust a person they find physically attractive...for no other reason than that they are attractive. And that this tool will probably be dateless for a little while. I love it when karma lets loose the lemurs of war.
So maybe it is not that every dog has their day....we all just need to unleash the lemurs!!
Sorry...still laughing my ass off...
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