Tonight I was told by a psychic that the life I'm currently living is my last go around on earth and that my step father is me in my most recent past life.
I felt like saying, "Hey lady...suck it, okay? You're not so big...you're not the boss a me." But isn't it bad enough to have to watch your dad be an utter fuck up and know that he's the reincarnation of YOU, that flaming asshole from the last life. The last thing I need is to invite further karmic agony by insulting a psychic.
That said, and this being my last fling (in this universe anyway), I figure what better way to kick off my 50 year "Party 'til you reach Nirvana" bash than to cultivate some bullshit internet personality.
Here are my goals:
1. Lie. Incessant, random, grossly unfair half truths at best, but mostly full on whoppers.
That'll do.
Tonight, for I hope the first and the last time, I invited the faggot. John Kerry's in the news how could I not?