a world of never ending happiness

Do any of you krazy kats believe in that whole break a mirror and get seven years of bad luck superstition? I'm starting to think that there may be a stitch of reality in something that seems too fantastic to be possible. Or perhaps it's a self-fulfilling prophecy kind of thing going on in my case. Regardless of what force is actually causing my misfortune, whether it be Karmatrya the All Powerful Goddess of Karma or my own fucked up unconscious, ever since my Skecher Rollerskate crashed into my bathroom mirror, it's been an oil-patch skid in to Shitsville.

If there is a seven year penalty attached to breaking a mirror, I personally feel that I should get a few years knocked off for style points. Instead of denying my desire to float on air (wheels) and caging my spirit, I used what limited space I had in my entry way and connected bathroom to practice my moves. I was attempting a single axel, but the mirror had other plans. The sliding door mirror jumped out suddenly while I was midair and I could do nothing to escape its vicious attack on me. My heel cracked the bottom third of the mirror into approximately 423 pieces and I fell to the floor with a splat. Added to which indignity, the mirror sprayed my face with all kinds of horrendous make up, making me look like some sort of Kiss reject. Oh the shame.

But wouldn't you agree that I deserve some style points? It wasn't like I was beating a blind boy's puppy with a mirror and it broke and the pieces flew in to the eyes of his sweet ol' grandma. If I did that, I would undoubtedly deserve seven years of bad luck. Strike that; seven years of waking up in a pile of shit without any shower in sight already late for an interview for a must get job in order to keep penis from falling off bad luck. But I don't deserve anything like that. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I was owed any affliction, my Danger Zone wipe out was paybacks-a-plenty. But that's a story for a different time.

In closing, Karmatrya or my sick Unconscious, please cut me some slack. And it would be doubly appreciated if your leniency came in the form of a phatty jackpot when I'm out in Vegas in December.

Kisses,
Your DragQueen RollerDerby Hooker akaComicMischief

p.s. in case any of you guys were confused, i don't have a penis that i worry is going to fall off.

p.s.s. it always seems weird that people use the term "approximately" and then proceed to give an exact number, like 423 for example. when i think of an approximation, i see something more along the lines of 500, 1 billion, 5, but not 423. so i did that on purpose just so that i could tell you guys in this post script script that i think that is stupid