It might be good and bad Karma.
The Karma broke things off with the girlfriend and I didn’t know if I should feel bad or if I should feel smug and high-five all the women in the world who has been cheated on by their boyfriends. Whichever is worst? There wasn’t even any feeling of gratification there. Just, uh, happy.
“Look, shit happens.”
Let me sit back and watch the barrage of hate speech, the nitpicking insults, the grabbing of photos and posting them somewhere.
Bring it ooowwwwn.
Sneaky, low-key and smug. I have become selfish and horrible and every inch of a bitch. Somebody stab me with a lightning ray. Oh, God. I didn’t know stealing could be this much fun.
I’m going to go get my mug shot soon.
