Today is: Tuesday
Today’s Rating: 6.4
Time Right Now: 2:22PM
Last Beverage: Waterbottle
Last Song Heard: Hollywood Hoes – Wiz Khalifa
Time for a Toke and a TOT
First I would like to point out that I decided to write the time of the post instead of the time I woke up as it is less relevant to the post and yeah… so thumbs up for that. Anyways, as I was going to say…
I honestly believe I have the worst luck. Like not out of my friends, not out of all of my city. I have the worst lucky in the entire world. And I know there are some of you who are quick to argue that YOU in fact, are the man with the worst luck.
Well let me tell you, sir. You are definitely not the man, or woman with the worst luck.
Some of you may be saying “Well, if you think your luck is so bad, then you must have a reason, explain yourself!”
That I will do:
If I am a part of a situation or a plan that is to go on or is currently going on, and there is the possibility of something going wrong and potentially ruining the said event… then it will go wrong. Why? Because I am there. I have the worst luck and anyone who interacts with me on a direct level for a long period of time will soon feel the effects of my negative luck. Don’t ask me why I am the way I am. I do not know, and it has been this way for as long as I can remember.
I can guarantee that I will have more than enough posts that are soon to come which will support my statement.
This week should be okay, besides the fact that I have an upcoming exam. This could potentially ruin the day a little bit, but nothing a little greens can’t mend, am I right?
Just a TOT
I know everyone now and then think they have the worst luck in the world. But, hello people I have it and I can’t give it away! Its free and no one wants it. So I’ve been stuck with it for 60 years. Your right wow 60 years. No 7 years for me. First when I was born my sister Valerie stool my bottle many times and my mother never know. So guess what they thought I was just a cranky baby. A child that cried a lot, never put on weight, never smiled. That was me! I was told also I was a mistake. The last child born that never should of been. Great I started into this world already with 2 strikes against me! It didn’t take long to increase those strikes. I was made to fill stupid and ugly along with the child that was a mistake. I never felt truly wanted. I know my mother loved me by saying “Poor Janet this” Poor Janet that” Oh she’s my little monkey! I thought that was cute until I found out that it meant dark skinned people. The reason I know that is because I talked about it once to a dark skinned person and they made sure that I was no monkey! OK My parents sent me to a private school not because we were wealthy but because I was stupid. I stayed back in the 3rd grade. Who stays back in the 3rd grade? Me! OK my parents didn’t want anyone to know how stupid I was they put me into a private school that started at the 3rd grade! Oh great now no one will know and my parents can keep face.So now my father needs to get a second job just so they can keep face! They told everyone it was because medical bills since my mother was sick all the time. So now from being the youngest of 4 children I’m the only one going to a private school. Great! Uniforms, religion everyday, book bag and had to walk to school so everyone could see me and what I looked like. I remember the time we needed to learn the act of contrition for communion. You know what goes on in the confessional booth is holy right! Not with me. The priest I had decided for me it wasn’t so when one of my family members went in for their confessional he told them I needed to study my act of contrition. So again I’m letting everyone down and I’m too dumb for God. How bad I was and no hope for me. Well, on the end of one school year my nun asked anyone to donate some time to help close the school rooms on the next Saturday. Oh great I was so excited now I can work so God could love me again.I was the first to raise my hand and I was the first to show up on that Saturday. Well, a total of 15 kids should up and after and hour one at a time had to go home. When they were ready to leave each kid received a package of goodies. Great God will love me plus I’ll stay the longest to help and I will get a wonderful gift for working so hard and so long. 5 hours later I’m the last one and ready to leave.I’m so excited because God is going to love me and I’m going to get the best gift for working so hard. The Nun came up to be so to give me the gift I thought! But, instead the nun tells me so sorry but all the gifts have been given out! Again nothing!Again,God still didn’t love me! What was my life going to be in the future if even God didn’t love me! This is one of many reason’s my life sucks! Its gotten worse and it keeps on coming! Why?
@Janet – I honestly don’t see many things in that story of you life that have to do with luck. Yeah, your family sucks. Yeah, God doesn’t look out for you, no surprise there. As for the original post, I don’t see any examples or anything even though you said if things can go wrong, they will.