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I'm gonna win the LOTTO
OK. I once got a Jones Soda bottle cap that said "Call your dad", and it was my dad's birthday. But I recently got a fortune that is 10 times spookier...
A couple nights ago we got Chinese food for dinner, and as usual, my fortune cookie was lame and annoyed me. Fortune cookies are disappointing nowadays - they're not fortunes, they're always crap like, "You are a good person", or "Smile and the world smiles with you". BLECH. I want shit like, "Watch your step tomorrow, a wrong decision could alter your life forever", y'know? But anyway, I just now found the small piece of paper on my nightstand and re-read it. AND I REALIZED how eerily it works. See, I called my aunt earlier to give her an update on my car, since I was supposed to go back up to Centreville over the weekend but couldn't because Cohen's still being a little bitch. She said that she had baked the red velvet cake that she's had the mix for sitting in the pantry for a month or so now. I had begged her to make it, and she said since she was expecting me back, she baked it for me. Since I won't be back up until this weekendish, she promised to try to save some for me.
What did the fortune cookie say? I swear: "A nice cake is waiting for you."
THE COOKIE KNEW BEFORE ME. I'm seriously weirded out.
But I think I'm going to use the lotto numbers on the back.
In other news, I got home tonight after work and a brief stop at the diner with Tay and Cathy to find a new dog. Seriously. Joanna, in all her wisdom, just bought a dog while she was in Maryland with the Hensons. She called mom and asked, but the parents didn't like the idea. She bought it anyway. Apparently, she called my mom on the way home and was like, "Don't freak out, but I have a dog". At first, mom and pops were PISSED. But they came 'round to the idea when it became obvious that Finnigan (Jo's choice in name pleases me) is the coolest puppy ever. He's like 6 months(?) old, a terrier/boxer mix, and he's adorable. Plus, he'll be big and normal, not like the ewok retards that we currently own. I like him, at least so far. BONUS: he terrorizes Venus, so he automatically garners Cool Points from me.
I really love that Jo just bought a dog. "I SAVED it! They couldn't be mad for forever!" Awesome.
P.S. The Office didn't win any Globes. I'm irked.
weirded outA couple nights ago we got Chinese food for dinner, and as usual, my fortune cookie was lame and annoyed me. Fortune cookies are disappointing nowadays - they're not fortunes, they're always crap like, "You are a good person", or "Smile and the world smiles with you". BLECH. I want shit like, "Watch your step tomorrow, a wrong decision could alter your life forever", y'know? But anyway, I just now found the small piece of paper on my nightstand and re-read it. AND I REALIZED how eerily it works. See, I called my aunt earlier to give her an update on my car, since I was supposed to go back up to Centreville over the weekend but couldn't because Cohen's still being a little bitch. She said that she had baked the red velvet cake that she's had the mix for sitting in the pantry for a month or so now. I had begged her to make it, and she said since she was expecting me back, she baked it for me. Since I won't be back up until this weekendish, she promised to try to save some for me.
What did the fortune cookie say? I swear: "A nice cake is waiting for you."
THE COOKIE KNEW BEFORE ME. I'm seriously weirded out.
But I think I'm going to use the lotto numbers on the back.
In other news, I got home tonight after work and a brief stop at the diner with Tay and Cathy to find a new dog. Seriously. Joanna, in all her wisdom, just bought a dog while she was in Maryland with the Hensons. She called mom and asked, but the parents didn't like the idea. She bought it anyway. Apparently, she called my mom on the way home and was like, "Don't freak out, but I have a dog". At first, mom and pops were PISSED. But they came 'round to the idea when it became obvious that Finnigan (Jo's choice in name pleases me) is the coolest puppy ever. He's like 6 months(?) old, a terrier/boxer mix, and he's adorable. Plus, he'll be big and normal, not like the ewok retards that we currently own. I like him, at least so far. BONUS: he terrorizes Venus, so he automatically garners Cool Points from me.
I really love that Jo just bought a dog. "I SAVED it! They couldn't be mad for forever!" Awesome.
P.S. The Office didn't win any Globes. I'm irked.
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