My life is complicated enough already without trying to introduce organization into it.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and now they’re bringing it right to my driveway and taxing me for it.
Because a Frozen, Lifeless Hellscape Bathing in Radiation is Looking Pretty Good to Me Right Now.
It takes a lot less time and most people won't notice the difference until it's too late.
I expected times like this - but I never thought they'd be so bad, so long, and so frequent.
Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. Of course, then your eyeballs will boil and your lungs explode from decompression. But that's what you get for being a damn showoff.
When you wish upon a falling star, your dreams can come true. Unless it's really a meteorite hurtling to the Earth which will destroy all life. Then you're pretty much hosed no matter what you wish for. Unless it's death by meteor.
Because you've given so much of yourself to the company that you don't have anything left we can use.