I just made a cumulative huge one. And it JUST happened.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
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I just made a cumulative huge one. And it JUST happened.
Like the millionaire in that F. Scott Fitzgerald story?
"How did you lose your fortune?"
"Gradually. And all at once."
I will figure things out. I know I will -- I'm just thinking how this is really going to change my life.
Be contrite. Be very contrite. I fear that groveling is not too strong a term. Point out that you're a teacher. If you're sufficiently contrite, you can probably get off with community service and paying the parking tickets. It will be okay, although I know it doesn't seem that way now.
I'm just thinking how this is really going to change my life.
How will it? It won't affect your job, I hope. Because that's one good that needs to stay good.
You weren't DUI, right? Or licking cocaine off the ass of a male hustler to cause the accident?
David, that's fucking PERFECT.
Yeah.
David, that's fucking PERFECT.
The Fitzgerald, I'll presume. Though who am I to say? I've never snorted a line off a whore's ass. It could be perfection.
Yes, FSF. APt.
I won't have to pretend: I AM contrite. But no one is hurt. I am mostly ok.
Well, contrition, unhurt and mostly ok is pretty good all things considered.
Maybe it's a good time to change your life. Take control over some of the things that you let slide away.
Which I don't mean to sound judgemental - god knows I had a car booted twice in one year for unpaid tickets. But all that shit that you put off with a Scarlet O'Hara "I'll deal with it tomorrow. Or later. Or after I read all these books I want to read, but definitely after I get back from vacation." That thing? Always comes home to roost.
It's like Checkov's gun. It's going to go off.