<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728957244215436364</id><updated>2024-08-27T21:51:55.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bitch name Karma!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Everybody has done something in the past or present that wasn&#39;t right and you knew it wasn&#39;t. This blog site is for those who met karma and you knew it was her when you met her. What goes around comes around.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodcityinc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728957244215436364/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodcityinc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WooDCity Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027299674063971715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728957244215436364.post-9151571256400068941</id><published>2010-07-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:41:57.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met this bitch Karma a few years ago while leaving in Columbia South Carolina.  She was a nasty bitch and took everything with her when she was done with me.  Before we met, I didn&#39;t care about what I did and who I hurt while doing it.  I was young, healthy, and making good money so of course I didn&#39;t care.  I worked in the Mall at a clothing store for almost three years while in College.  I thought I was the shit, I mean you really couldn&#39;t tell me shit.  So one day I was coming back from my lunch break and something just didn&#39;t feel right.  As I walked in I saw the owner of the store and they were checking the inventory.  I saw it in my managers eyes that something was wrong.  He called me to the back and advised me that I was no longer needed due to some missing inventory. Now I have never stolen anything that BIG in my life(lol) so I thought he was joking.  Obvisouly not if im writting this now,. But anyway I left and went home to pack my belongings for spring break.  While getting ready I was arguing with my girl at the time before getting in the shower.  I hung up in her face a few times and wasn&#39;t going to but im glad I did.  While cursing her out for the last time(lol) lighting hit the building so I hit the floor thinking it was a gun shot. I told my girl I would call her back so we hung up. Looking up at the ceiling I saw smoke thinking it was from the shower. I went to the patio and saw more smoke coming from the front of the building and I thought someone was on the grill. But then I thought its raining so why would they be grilling.  I went outside to the front of the building and saw the roof was on fire. I called my girl back and told her what was going on.  I went to every door in my section and advised them the Roof was on fire. One white couple was very relaxed and didn&#39;t seem to care. Their response was &quot; Wow! I&#39;m glad we got that renters insurance the other day&quot;.  So I gathered the things i packed for my vacation and left.  On my way back from my vacation my transmission went out. So in the end I lost my job, apartment burned down, and transmission blew in my car all in one week.  Fuck that bitch name Karma!!!!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodcityinc.blogspot.com/feeds/9151571256400068941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woodcityinc.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-met-this-bitch-karma-few-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728957244215436364/posts/default/9151571256400068941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728957244215436364/posts/default/9151571256400068941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodcityinc.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-met-this-bitch-karma-few-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>WooDCity Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027299674063971715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>