Me, My life and Irene

"Just when you think it's over it creeps up and bites you on the butt, or even worse, it's like the garlic burp that keeps repeating itself, without any warning."

This unfortunate phenomonen seems to haunt most of my life. It feels like I can't get away from this bad surprise party. I understand fully, that most people have to deal with this in certain degrees, but it just seems to have warmed to me more.

WHY am I magnet for negative energy? Or is all my positive energy somehow leaking from the tiny cracks that have formed? (To make matters worse, the spectators have been given sticks to probe with- "Ooooch that tickles!")

You might ask: "How can you be sure if there isn't any evidence?" (Well I was getting there you impatient little git. Hold your damn horses!) A good story has to hook the reader, with a captivating intro, and only then, lay down the facts. And yes - for those observant ones - I am blatantly stalling for a greater impact.

Ok, back to the story... ummmm... what was I writing about again?