Because I Want It, That's Why

I went to the therapist today, to do some of that old work I've alluded to. And I was complaining to her that I hadn't managed to run into you-know-who in weeks.

And she said, "Well, maybe the universe is protecting you."

To which I immediately shot back, with the rapid-fire delivery of a 1940s film heroine, "Fuck the universe."

And we both exploded with laughter.

Fuck the universe indeed. I saw him. Instantly after he arrived, he got a message requiring him to dash off on a run (messenger-speak for package to be delivered). He spent the next ten minutes trying to get someone else to do it, to no avail, and packed up and left.

Fuck you, too, universe. Kiss my stellar muscular ass, you shithole.

Ride fast, take chances. That is all for today.