Oh that's lovely.

 Okay, so the wanker that I had a whole post dedicated to some time ago, (Recap: The one who got with my supposed friend only after days of the end of our relationship,) decided to IM me today, and this was his opening...

"well your whole little bitter wish of "Best of luck because you are going to need it" came true... Aura is in the hospitol"

No. He can't spell. 

Anyway, It's true that I did say this, because she did need it to handle him. But does that not insinuate that he was trying to get back at me for something? If his intent was to tell me that Aura was in the hospital, then why not just say that? (Oh, that's right, because he's so much more mature than me.)

Apparently, she went to the doctor to get a shot, had an allergic reaction and wrapped her truck around a light pole. She has several broken ribs, cuts from broken glass, internal bruising, and may need a pin in her hip. Also, the next day her dog was bitten and may need his leg amputated.

Yes, so this is my wish. Do you really think me that heartless?

I'm sorry it happened. I hope she's okay. (Apparently she is. She's stable and being let out in a day or two.) But what was the point of telling me, really?

Ironically... The day that this happened was the day that she and I were going to go up there so that I could see him. 

Now, I didn't say it to him... but to me this is all a little too ironic. I don't know what else she did to deserve a sting this badly, but I can't help but think that a little bit (or a lot a bit as it stands) of Karma is involved here. Am I happy about it? No. But it does make me wonder even more if there was something going on between them when we were dating. 

Hell, maybe it's just a compendium of a bunch of shit that Karma needed to catch up on.

I don't know. Karma is really scary sometimes.

(And I feel like the world's biggest bitch for not feeling bad about what happened to her. I don't want her to hurt, but... she's going to be okay, so I don't... feel bad. I feel worse for the dog.)

Fic For Everyone

 This rec is brought to you with tears still cooling on my face. I know that I said that I have never really outright cried for a fic before, and that's true. The most one has been able to do is squeeze a few tears. But this one had me literally crying, and more than once. 

This fic is annoying and beautiful, it's agonizing and pure, it's all these things that Draco and Harry are melded into one.

Harry is portrayed so well that you want to smack him. He does his thing where he goes around in circles and never truly gets to what he's supposed to until it's almost too late. Several times this happens and you want to yell and scream and make him see reason, and it's truly a humbling experience to see someone portray Harry so well.

The story itself is... there just aren't words, really. It's the kind of story that burns a place on your heart, forcing you to carry it with you through the rest of your days. Even when the mind forgets and forces it back, it's still there just on the edges waiting to be remembered, waiting to bring a smile to your face. 

It also instills a longing, a desire to be able to produce something so amazingly perfect. You wish for the talent and mind to produce a story that can stand in the same field as this one and be neither better nor worse, but equal. 

It's a roller coaster and it has sent me on many ups and downs that will surely be with me the rest of the day. Other fics will pile on top of this one, but just like the first fic I ever read... this one will not be forgotten.

I recommend it with a ferocity that I'm almost scared to admit in having.

Read it. You'll forget where you are.

(Now, I will admit there are a few mistakes in the writing. Words that shouldn't have been there or were used with the wrong suffix and such. And there were a few parts where I had to stop and wonder if the author had really thought about what they were writing. This, however, is minimal and easily glossed over.

The writing is not perfect, but that is what makes it that more endearing. Literal perfection falls short in the face of metaphorical perfection. In the end, all that matters is the story, and this one is heartbreakingly good.)

Finite Incantatum by Alysian_Fields