I’m afraid of the future. If the past is any indicator, the future is going to be a shit storm.
They say that every day is a new horizon. Seriously though, the sunrise should not be chartreuse.
I tried looking on the bright side, but that turned out to be an explosion in which several good friends were maimed.
People say I should think positively. I do. I’m positive things are going to suck.
The tarot cards warned of my impending doom.
Now I’m looking for a cave to hide out in. A cave with good WIFI and cable TV.