bloodyrosemccoy | The Best Laid Plans And All That

Sometimes life does not work out the way you want it to.

We all know this, and so we all sympathize when someone else’s plans go awry. Like

medusasowl, for example. “Gosh,” we say to ourselves upon seeing that she’s in dire straits, “what dumb luck! Here is someone who had made plans in good faith and then they fell through! And we have certainly been screwed over by bureaucracies before! Why, that could be us! We sure wish we could do something to help!”

“And also,” we add to ourselves after a minute, “we really could use a tote bag with a haunting print of of Kali Maa on it.”

When that is the case, as it so often is, we go to the Blue Gorgon Cafepress store and buy ourselves some items with lovely art on them, using Christmas money that our aunt or grandmother or friend gave us, and hope it helps a little bit. And maybe we believe in karma, or maybe we hope our example means, statistically, that other people would be willing to buy art from us when it’s our turn to need to sell some art, or maybe we just really think that’s a neat tote bag. But we feel good no matter what, because there is no way you can go wrong with this. Trust me. The tote bag is that nice.