...because ranting at the universe is therapeutic!

[starrylizard]

Dear The Universe and whatever being is attempting to run it this week.

Aren't you supposed to have a LIFE by the time you're 25?? I know you are busy and work in mysterious ways and all that, but unless I'm terribly mistaken that was the age we agreed on.
Therefore, you have another day to please make a little progress. Any one of the following listed items (in no particular order) would be greatly appreciated and considered an act of progress toward said goal:

1) Some company at home...I'll accept almost anything that loves to hug, from a sweet natured guy, to a very happy and carefree squatter, to my landlord suddenly deciding I can keep a cat.
2) A sense of direction... take that any way you want to.
3) A substantial lotto win.
4) A good plotbunny for a novel that's good enough to sell all over the world and make me an independent writer

...variations and mixtures of these will also be acceptable.

Oh and if you could manage to move my birthday a little further away from Valentine's day, March sounds good, that would be appreciated too.

Kaithxbai
Me

P.S That delightful stomach bug you gave me tonight...in the middle of an aerobics class...Bite me!



*Switches on radio*
*gaks at the woman proposing on Richard Merser's Valentines Love Song requests*
*shivers*
-Strike one the Universe-

*turns on the figure skating*
*pretty couples on ice, dancing in unison*
-Strike two the Universe-

*The next move they do is called a "Death drop"*
Ha!
-Strike one Me!-

EDIT: *watches Rove mock Valentine's messages left in the local paper*
Bweehehehehe!
-Strike two Me!-