This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Irony’s a bitch.

This weekend I was reminded of what an idiot the Gnome truly was. A friend of mine stopped to pick some apples from a tree with a sign posted next to it that said, “Do not pick my apples.” My friend ignored the sign, picked some apples then twisted his ankle. We both said, “That’s karma for you.”

Whenever something like this happened to the Gnome, he always said, “Irony’s a bitch.” I’m sure the first few times he said it, my face went slack with stupidity. I couldn’t understand what he meant. Then it hit me. He meant karma not irony.

I don’t know if irony’s a bitch, but stupid is entertaining.

And karma will surely come after me for writing this blog.

TSWB