FORTUNE COOKIES ARE REAL

FORTUNE COOKIES ARE REAL.

The other day, the bf got a fortune cookie (from the amazing Bistro 86) that said “an unexpected fortune is coming your way (in bed).”  Of course, we laughed and scoffed…and secretely wished that we were the least bit superstitious.

Well, THEN, yesterday I went to S-bucks and ordered a grande Double-Shot on ice.  I get to the window, and lo and behold, I’ve left my ID and my debit card in the pocket of the jeans I wore to Tip Top the night before.  Naturally, I feel like a total ‘tard, and I’m about to pull away from the window in shame when the kindly gay barrista says, “Hey!  It’s, uh, LABOR DAY!!” and then proceeds to give me a GIANT (read:  “Venti” in Pretentious Over-priced Coffee Speak) coffee.  …which kept me awake and jittery for the next 13 hours, during which time I wrote my entire life’s creed and vowed to be a better person.  For real.  It reads like a bad Oprah Magazine article.

Awesome.

Then today, someone gives me a $100, just for being awesome.  Okay, well, maybe not exactly for that reason, but they did give me $100.  WHAT TO DO WITH MY FORTUNE???

I’m guessing, “buy food so I don’t starve.”

Or a birthday outfit.  Whatevs.

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