Blugger.

Every once in a while, I make that call to Trinidad, to talk to my beautiful Donna. Donna, if you hadn't guessed, is the one that got away and never really stopped informing me of this. She was also my extremely bestest friend during my girl school years, and, when it all comes around, my one true love. As such, she is the person I call first despite the whopping 12 crown per minute cost. When the bulldozer of manure hits the fan and doesn't come flying back tasting like roses my fingers know which number to dial. I pour out my heart, and tell her exactly how odd life is. Donna will patiently listen and nod ( I can hear her nod) , and after the usual moment of respectful & reflective silence, tell me: "Karma. This is karma. This is your bad karma for leaving me."

There is something definitive about that this you just can't argue with.