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March 21, 2006

The Fortune Cookie


The other day, I was enjoying a large meal of Chinese deliciousness with my mom and small nephew before they returned to their respective homes.

Mine said, "Depart not from the path which fate has assigned you." Wait a sec, I thought, the suspicious part of my brain all a-whirl. I've read this one before.

I've decided this must mean one of two things:

1) I eat Chinese food far too fucking often

2) The universe is trying to speak to me. What's vexing is that I haven't the slightest clue which "path" fate has decreed I follow. My fate to be crunched under a streetcar? My fate to eat too much Chinese food? To rule the world?

What? What?

Goddamn, but I hate cryptic messages from the universe.

posted by /hg | 2:15 p.m.

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