So yeah, there's this thing that happens to me right. It happens every summer. Or it was Easter one year, I don't remember. It's always during a holiday anyway. But yeah, there's this one day. Where just fuck all happens right for me. And it's always just completely unexpected, usually after me and ol' life have been going steady for too long. I call it the Bad Luck Bout. It happens in 3's. The past couple Bout's have included stepping in dog shit and something happening to one of my gadgets. Last year's bout happened as I was just casually walking into the park where me and my friends hung out most of the time. Just casual. Except as soon as I stood in the park, my new-ish shoes connected with the squishy, arsehole texture of dog shite. So yeah, I spun round like a manly ballerina to express my discontent at the dog shite for happening to be in my wake. And as I spun, my iPod (Which I'd had for about a year and had not even scratched once) fell out of wherever I had it sitting, connected with the concrete, and the screen cracked alll to fuck, from the left of the home button to nearly the top left corner of the touch screen. I was pissed. So that one was, 1. Dog Shit, 2. Fucked Up New Trainers, 3. Smashed Unscathed iPod. Then, this year it happened on just the perfect day. The last day of fucking school, right before the holidays. Once again, I stood in dog shite that day. Then, as I was walking home, I lost my 16Gig iPhone that I'd had for about 6 months. Then I found that Linkin Park had announced a UK tour for their new album Hunting Party. And I was fucking ecstatic! ("Yes, finally! I can see Linkin Fucking Park!") But nah. Apparently, to Mike Shinoda, 'UK' means 'England'. Yeah. ONLY FUCKING ENGLAND. So yeah, not even a lil' rocky morphine for my Bad Luck Bout. And that's that. I fucking despise it. It's totally a thing. If anybody else has something like it, please share it with me. I love to hear of others' misfortunes. I'm like an arsehole version of Santa. But without a beard. Or a big fluffy coat. Or minions. Or presents. Or a fat arse. Well actually that's a lie, I do actually have a pretty huge arse, despite my being a skinny motherfucker. But yeah anyway. The Bad Luck Bout. It's a thing.