I wonder if anyone else remembers an old serial horror show called "The Tales from the Crypt." I never used to watch it enough to call myself a loyal viewer, nor did I particularly enjoy the episodes I saw. During those days a single episode of "Unsolved Mysteries" was enough horror to keep me shitting chickens for months (and I'm talking about the old-school episodes hosted by William Shatner: what a bone-chilling mother phuker.)

Anyways, the only episode of Tales from the Crypt I remember vividly was about a young attractive woman who was determined to resolve herself of her financial difficulties by marrying rich. She visits an erie fortune teller, who prophesizes that she will meet a man (a horridly horridly ugly man) who will inheret a vast fortune, but will immediately die thereafter. The man falls deeply in love with her and they marry, but she lives everyday waiting for the fugly man to earn some money and die. 

To summarize briefly (spoiler alert), one day the woman wins a lottery of some sort. She comes home, gloats to her husband that the money is hers and hers alone, and immediately begins packing her bags in preparation to leave him. In an emotional stupor, the man murders the woman while repeatedly yelling the psychotic phrase, "If I can't have you, no one can." The episode ends with the man inhereting the lottery fortune, but immediately put on death-row for first-degree murder.

The point I ENTIRELY missed to address via the reminiscent synopsis above was that while this world is full of surprises, one way or another our expectations are usually met.

I am not where I want to be, but I'm better here than anywhere else. I've achieved many of my goals, but I can definitely say on many occasions I've received much more than I bargained for.

Hm. Xanga's quite fun.

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