This week, stage, year needs to be over with. Like yesterday.

Ha!  Ooops!

All the forces of Satan are swirling around this home.  :)  If you're looking for good vibes, stay away from me.  I have the worst luck in the entire world.  If there's some small chance something will go wrong, hang around me, it'll happen.  I have the worst luck ever.  When it comes to anything; jobs, a car accident, something I really want, health, it's going to go in the wrong direction.  It always does and such has been my luck since I got married....mmmmm.... he he.  I don't know if it's because Adam and I are seriously complete opposites in the spectrum, or if it's just coincidence.  When I was a teenager and would wish or hope for something, it always happened.  It was so weird.  It always happened.  I was convinced I was invincible, that I had the best luck ever.  Insert Adam.  :)  Poof, there it goes.  It's gotta be that he's a Cancer and I'm a Gemini?  Ha ha ha, whatever the reason, I get scared to walk past a black cat now!  There have been like ten things this week that have needed to go the OTHER way.  They didn't, they decided to go the opposite direction.  One of these days I'll be able to talk about them.  Right now, they're too personal and real because they're happening to us now.  I will share once or if we get out of it.  :)  They're not small things, they're huge.  They're not insignificant, they're a pretty big deal.  We're not talking petty, we're talking survival.  Things we haven't told anyone.  I'm thinking I need to call Miss Cleo.  "Call in fer yer free readin'!"  "Oh child, yep, Satan IS swirlin' roun' yer home, child."

One of these days, I'm going to get a REALLY positive post on here.  :)  I don't know if it's a Fibro thing, an abused child thing, a being freakin' poor college kids thing, or what?  Maybe all?  I started a period from Satan today, (you're welcome, I know you were dying to know that) something else once again fell through for me, I have a migraine, a cold sore, a real good flare up, (I was up until four cleaning the dang house.  Why?  Heck if I know!) and I'm gonna punch someone in the face if I don't get a donut stuffed down my fat face in the next five minutes.  I wanna cry this thing didn't go through.  I'm tired of looking and hoping.  It is my plan, Fribro permitting, (HA, that's a good one!) that one of these days, I'll be so rich, I'll buy my own luck.  Until then, I'll see if Satan wants sprinkles or a jelly-filled.