oh crap!

A few weeks ago, I was watching TV and a woman wearing a hideous gown was telling me that I would be having a terrible year. The mere thought of having another round of 12 shit-eating months almost made me jump from the window. And now that the Chinese New Year has finally kicked in, I may have to hunt the lady down and force her to reverse the fung shei curse.

It’s official. This year stinks like a fresh dog turd. Though my financial woes may come to an end in the next few weeks it still doesn’t stop me from hurting. I can’t wait for this year to be over.


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