Really one fucking thing after another. 

Do i get no fucking respite. Fuck this. Referring to 2 blog posts ago, I've spoken none too soon. Fortune favors the bold. Perhaps, and perhaps I am not that. Fortune brings in boats that are not steered. Definitely. Looking back, that's just how the [fortune] cookie crumbles.

If providence and goodness and hope didn't exist, they wouldn't invent a word such as philanthropy.

They also invented this word called bastard. There's one perched up beyond the clouds and crepuscular rays. Someone for fucks sake tell him to give me a fucking break.

Karma Police, I've given all I can, but it's not enough!

I've given all I can but we're still on the payroll.

This is what you get, this is what you get!