This fucking blows. Just when I think I have life figured out and everything is going great, BAM! Life takes a huge steamer on me. I had just about everything figured out (with exception of a few minor speed bumps). Now my head is spinning wondering where the fuck this came from. As far as I can tell, I'm a pretty decent guy. I have tried to figure out why I keep getting shit on, and I can't figure it out. Just once, I would like to be happy (for an extended period of time). I'm tired of being happy in short spurts. Like Jim Lindberg, the frontman for Pennywise, said in the song "Same old story", "I'm living life for me!"
