Hey, I'm Anger, and Karma is not a bitch.

'Stop stealing my bling!'

That was K. She calls me A (Never).

I honestly wanted to call this 'Anger Strikes At Seven' but she wouldn't let me.

'Like I said: stop stealing my bling!'

So, I guess it's called something like 'Anger's Guide to this World' or whatever.

As long as I'm here, I don't give envy's lipstick bottle of what happens.

'Wasn't funny'

Let me try that again.

As long as I'm here, I don't give a damn about what happens.

So, we'll start with what I do for a living, my net worth, my hobbies and my favorite food. Basically, everything important in this world.

'Can you not?'

Okay, fine! It's about how I feel sad and angry and eat a pie.

'One last chance, then I'm out!'

Alright, you nasty: it's about how I eat a taco, throw up and-

'Boy, bye.'

Rude. But I know she would never leave in the middle of something so important to her heart and soul an-

'Okay, now you're just trying to get me to stay.'

I would do that if I were you. Please?

'I'm sorry, I have to go now. Like seriously.'

Oh. Okay. 

'Sorry.'

Whoop, there she goes. What a lad. I mean lady.

So, I guess I tell you about her. Well, that was Karma. From the popular phrases 'Karma Strikes At Nine' and 'Karma's a bitch'. She's a minor deity, like me, but influences the world majorly, again, like me.

And I love her.