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09/29/2006: "Juicy karma"
Song of the Day: Feist - When I Was a Young Girl
The time: 1 in the morning. I’m exhausted and so ready to get into bed. I open the fridge door in order to grab a yogurt before sleeping...only to have the entire apparatus inside the fridge door fall out, bringing an open pitcher of cranberry juice with it. This took a half hour to clean up, and it splashed all over my white Victoria’s Secret Pink pants.
God, Karma, don’t you watch Earl? Bad things are supposed to happen to men who dump women by giving them the permanent silent treatment after spending months whimpering about wanting a second chance after doing that the first time around, not to the women who were dumped in such a cowardly way.
This means some spineless, scum-sucking, bottom-feeder firefighter somewhere should end up with a drunk college girl defecating and puking all over him every time he gets behind the wheel of the ambulance.
THAT’S how you’re supposed to work, Karma. Leave my damn juice alone! I didn’t even get to drink any of it!
Speaking of karma, can we stop killing Jeffrey Dean Morgan? Seriously! Leave the poor man alone. Where am I going to watch him now? I’m sure he’ll appreciate it if his next role doesn’t involve a hospital bed.
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I have hadstuff like that happen to me many times (the fridge/juice disaster not the getting killed thing). I'd share my stories with you because in hindsight they are quite funny, but I'm feling all lazy rightnow and don't feel like typing a lot.Babs, Saturday, September 30th
They CAN be funny...every time I go into the kitchen now, I find specks of cranberry juice in places I didn't even realize it would reach.Brooke, Saturday, September 30th