Dear World,

You digust me.

Yet you manage to amuse me at times, amaze me even. Creator of Life, you are. But I have to say, like father, like son. I've thought it over and, I have to say, I find Life too crass to be female, it's obviously got boy parts. How could it be so consistently unfair towards women otherwise? Perhaps that's just my part of the story.

Although I have to say, frankly, his little sister Karma's cheap ass attitude is starting to piss me off. Some offspring you have there, World.

Eagerly awaiting the day your niece Luck comes to her senses and comes on to me (it would make my day if she even -just for once- smiled my way),

A.