Thou shall screw

Sometimes, I think the universe is conspiring against me. A small, earnest life in a corner, playing second in command to a nose-picker, a well respected man of society, nose-picker; thats what it had planned for me. But I hope the universe really really sucks at planning and execution and governance, that there are many loopholes and that I am a one-woman-lobbyist it can't ignore, and that when it explodes, out of sync, out of control, it is only after I have my fun.