Chinese Food

So, I guess I eat a lot of chinese food. It's kind of become a ritual that once a week, my mom and I will go to our favorite chinese place and stuff ourselves silly. I, personally, am a BIG fan of chicken and broccoli, and the place that we go has the BEST spring rolls around. I dont like spring rolls from any other place. I always want to take the entire spring roll pan home with me, but its tough to get the whole pan out of the buffet area without anyone seeing me. Trust me, I've tried.

One of my favorite parts of "chinese food eating" is the fortune. My fortunes have a tendency to be right on the ball. Whatever is going on in my life, whenever I need guidance, my fortune cookie is always there for me. It explains things in a way I could never see before. Call me crazy, it's not like I haven't heard it before.

My last 3 visits have had on-the-ball fortunes.

Second week of January: "YOU LOVE CHINESE FOOD."

Well, yes, indeed I do. Ask anyone, and they will confirm that to be a fact. This, by far, is the best fortune I have received as of this day.

Third week of January: "EVERYTHING WILL NOW COME YOUR WAY."

As a matter of fact... it did. I didnt believe it at the time, but I was foolish not to believe my fortune cookie, because little did I know, everything was about to come my way. How bout that?

Fourth week of January: "BIRDS ARE ENTAGLED BY THEIR FEET AND MEN BY THEIR TONGUES."

Ok, Im not gonna lie, I had to think about this one for a minute. I dont give a crap about birds, OR their feet. But the rest of the fortune makes perfect sense. Think about it... men are entagled by their tongues. Interesting. The things that people say to one another or ABOUT one another can get them in some pretty sticky situations. I had been thinking about this ALL DAY, and then I decided on chinese food for dinner, and BAM! Everything is very clear to me! Say what you mean. Mean what you say. DON'T LIE. And don't talk shit on me and think it won't come back to me... because I can hear you. :)

I'm wondering what kinds of excitement next weeks chinese lunch with mom will bring. I hope its as good as the past three weeks have been. Maybe my fortune cookie will reveal the secrets of the universe..... or maybe it will just tell me how to say "More spring rolls please" in chinese.

Sundays

Ever since I was very young, I've always hated Sundays. My dad and I re-named this day of the week "pointless Sunday". There's no use for it, really. You don't NEED it to be Sunday to go to church, most churches have mass on Saturday now, too. I mean, I suppose you could use it as a "recovery" day from the weekend. Or it could be used as a day to get ready for the rest of the week. For many of us, we have to go back to work the following day, which is a total bummer. And for what? To go through the motions Monday through Thursday, anxiously wating for Friday to come. It is QUITE a relief when Friday finally gets here, and then of course Saturday arrives, and Saturdays are usually very good to me. But who wants to lay down on Saturday night and fall asleep, knowing that when you open your eyes Sunday will be staring you in the face? NOT I!!! Maybe I should take up a hobby for Sundays only, something to get my mind off of how bad the day really sucks.

Bingo, here I come.

Cosmic Crap

January 14, 2006

So this whole "full moon following Friday the 13th" thing really screwed me. As everyone knows, Friday the 13th's are notorious for being the worst day EVER, and full moons are just plain crazy. An emergency room doctor once said that most "freak accidents" occur on full moons, so that right there should tell you something.

This collision of Friday the 13th and the full moon really did me in. I was walking down the street, and everything was fine in my happy little world. The sun was shining, the butterflies were whizzing past my face. Out of nowhere, I noticed this pesky little raincloud directly above my head. I tried to ignore it and walk on, but it kept getting bigger and bigger until it looked like it might burst. I quickly put my hand to my side, to reach for my umbrella. But like a cowboy reaching for his holster in a pistol fight, I took WAY too long. I was drenched by this stupid raincloud that was miniscule a minute ago, and now it just wont stop raining! I wish rainclouds had an "OFF" switch.

I hear that after the rain stops, something magnificent will happen. All the colors in the spectrum will come together to form a rainbow. (Thats just what i hear). Its supposed to be beautiful, a thing that makes people not mind the rain, because they KNOW a rainbow is coming.

I'm looking for my rainbow. If you see it, give me a call. Much appreciated.