As B can attest, I am no good with glass coffee tables.

I have just shattered my parents' 22-year old glass coffee table. This is the story of my life. (The story B will tell you is the time I sat on his glass coffee table and shattered it with my ass. I still owe him a coffee table.)

And as B can also attest, I am no good with women. But that is the subject of another rant which I will not publicize here.

I'm cursed, I tell you. Doomed to repeat my mistakes over and over again. A tarot card reader has told me that a negative energy cloud surrounds me, and only extreme measures will remove it.

Another 7 years, right? Fuck.