Today, I was at a stop light when I saw a cute police officer at the light across the intersection. Trying to be cute as I drove by, I turned and winked and waved. The car in front of me stopped, I rear ended them and then got rear ended. The cute cop winked back, then wrote me a ticket. FML
Just one example of what FML has to offer. FML stands for F*** My Life. Whenever you are having one of those rough days and you just can’t seem to find that perfect pick-me-up, this site is there to rescue you. It has a comment ability as well as a ranking system, allowing people to quickly vote whether you deserved your bad karma or if they agree with you that your life sucks. So far I’ve seen a far more understanding community, as the agreeing votes always beats out the deserving crowd. And nothing helps like anonymous support from a source that normally only includes flaming and wild accusations about one’s sexual preferences. A few more examples.
Today, I went on a blind date. We had agreed on meeting in front of a park. Thinking I was there first, I texted her “I’m already there, sitting next to the fat chick.” I heard a beep. SHE was the “fat chick.” FML
Today, I went to an interview for a job I really wanted and am qualified for. I’ve been looking for months. This job was perfect; close to home and great pay. Needless to say I spent quite a while preparing. Everything was going great until I had to sneeze, which forced out a loud, long fart. FML
Today, I decided to go through my husband’s phone to make sure I invited everyone to the surprise party I was planning for him. There were a few I had missed so I called to let them know about it. The last number I called was his girfriend. FML