So apparently 2013 was the year of the snake in the Chinese Zodiac. I was born in the year of the snake. My friend T tells me when it's your year you're cursed with bad luck (okay not exactly cursed; she told me it has something to do with Tai Sui and I don't really get it) until the next one. That might explain a lot of things if I actually believed in all that hoopla, but no, my misfortunes are entirely self-inflicted. It would be so much more convenient if I could blame it all on cosmic interference.
I just had a whole paragraph here with sentences that read like I was feeling sorry for myself again. I deleted it though because I told myself I wouldn't do that anymore. You hear me, brain? No more of that shit.
NO.
MORE.
