I swear sometimes the thing has legs.
Dec. 4th, 2005 02:25 pmI hate losing my wallet. Especially upon realizing, after the running around, backtracking to the last place you think you saw it, calling every person with a car/store along the backtrack route, making contingency plans around the fact that you don't have it, and finally leaving to where you're going in a state of high aggravation, that the last place you saw it was actually the one place in your house you DIDN'T look and therefore it's probably still sitting right there. For all the good it's doing you now.
It's moments like this that convinces me that the gods didn't create us out of some need to make things in their own image, to benefit the world, or some noble purpose like that. No, we exist as playthings, to be fucked with for their amusement. *shakes fist at sky* You bastards.
It's moments like this that convinces me that the gods didn't create us out of some need to make things in their own image, to benefit the world, or some noble purpose like that. No, we exist as playthings, to be fucked with for their amusement. *shakes fist at sky* You bastards.
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