There is a whole lot to write about this week, it would seem.

I think it is because I have mad deadlines – I have SO MUCH WORK, so I am suffering through the I-want-to-do-everything-BUT-work syndrome.
It’s terrible.

And my internet is slow. So even psyching up to do whatever I wanna do… sigh AND I’m leaving so I have stopped caring. Stupid internet.

Anyhue, so this short post is about the freaky god of karma.

So I was at the club, right? (say in Valley Girl accent) And then we were walking to the bar to buy, like, tequilas, and then, like, I saw this note on the ground and I was like, zomg, MONEY! So I pick it up and try to hand it to the guy who it was next to – but then my girl SMACKS my hand down with a whisper of death and says ‘wtf you think you doing, boo?’ And I was all, whaaaat? And she was like, ‘keep it moving, booboo. He wouldn’t have noticed anyway…’ so, I like, totally kept it moving.

So the (drunk) guy noticed that we were trying to give him money, and then he was like, no, that’s my money, I’ll buy you a drink, and my friend was all, huh? What are you talking about? Then his (drunk) friend was like, whatever, let them have it.

3 shots, one cab ride and a weekend later…

I went to the atm, right? And it gave me money which I didn’t bother to check, right? So then the next day on a Monday when I AM checking it…
THE MONEY WAS 2000 BOB LESS AND I HADN’T USED ANY MONEY SINCE THE MACHINE.
WHICH IS EXACTLY THE AMOUNT WE PICKED UP THAT NIGHT.
ZOMG THERE’S A KARMIC GHOST IN MY ATM MACHINE.

ZOMGZOMGZOMGZOMG

tSN

p.s. Also, I SUPPORT GAY RIGHTS.