I think God has a funny way of telling me things through various inappropriate phenomenal actions. Through God's sick, twisted humor I believe s/he wants me to live in a big heap of shit.
I had made it a point to do some household chores that involves the use of electricity but due to this thunderstorm I can't without the fear of being electrocuted and dying a horrible death. So instead of cleaning up I am on the internets writing about my disgust with the whole situation.
I would like to point out that while I was walking back from 1 Shot Coffee House with an iced-coffee in hand I couldn't help but think that I could have been struck dead by lightning bolts. One of my biggest fear is dying from a lighting bolt. This may be a scientific fallacy but I think iced-coffees are natural conductors of electricity. I have no time dealing with logic and scientific hypothesis when I am running for my life. True or not, I hate carrying anything wet during a thunderstorm.
Maybe I should just call it a day and just eat a cheeseburger.
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