if you're making sense then you're doing it wrong.

there's something to be said for things that make sense, are predictable, welcomed and earned in life. usually, these are the things are the least interesting, but still somehow dictate our lives. 

i strongly feel that the best things are supposed to make the least sense. i try to be optimistic enough to think that my recent terrible car accident that took my beloved car away from me (not my fault, of course), the recent computer accident, recent loss of multiple detrimental items, ill treatment by loved ones, and general shitty occurrences of life will somehow amount to something fantastic and great, because none of these happenings make any sense what-so-ever, so something good had better fucking come out of all of this heartache, because my fortress of a soul can't take much more. 

i'm just here to tell you that everyone's luck runs out sometime, and that it can't rain all the time. that being said, i'll take the occasional storm, as it keeps the amount of good luck that i have in check.  that being said, dear life: SHAPE THE FUCK UP, MY UMBRELLA IS BROKEN AND IM TIRED OF BEING RAINED ON.