It's not me. It's you.

A cross between chinese leftovers and a tarot card reading

I just ate seven fortune cookies.

I was looking desperately for a sign, a hint at my future, something to make up for how lame my first fortune cookie was - ":) You will enjoy good health. :)" So I just kept opening more and more fortune cookies. I just wanted to break one open and find the words "You're not going to die lonely with cats."

Instead I got

":) You will have a fine capacity for the enjoyment of life. :)"

and

":) Your happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life. :)"

Fortune cookie #7 was empty. I ate it anyway. It tasted like cardboard.

Communists.

posted by k. @ 6:58 PM