quick karma, then bed.

I've just realized that my terrible acne present in my college years is a direct result of karma, back from Middle School, when I told anyone who would listen that Chris Bogle's face looked like a mountain range.  Sorry Chris.  If it makes you feel any better, I'm suffering for it now.  The moral of this story is that things you say come back to haunt you.  Usually in the form of something negative or detrimental, like a plague of red pustules sprouting relentlessly on your face (or mine).  In this case, I'm fucked.  Part of me believes in karma, and the other part really hopes it doesn't exist.  Goodnight.  Je t'aime.