BFF

I don't know how to say this delicately...Murphy needs to stop being my friend. I'm sorry, but it had to come out. Everywhere I go, your law follows me.

I have a feeling you may be driving the trams in Melbourne because they are never on my side. Give me a break for a couple of months. I'm sure there are tons of people who have been experiencing immense good luck who would think your company is a breath of fresh air. (I can actually think of one person who needs all the bad luck in the world without having any good luck. Oh, that was an aside. Note to self: do not post personal hate comments on blog.)