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Ah-So...

Remember all the hocus-pocus superstitious voodoo hullabaloo I was conjuring a few days ago, in preparation for my job interview?

Do you think Chinese fortune cookies fall into that category?

Because if they do, I think this might be a sign:

Be prepared to accept a wondrous opportunity in the days ahead!


Of course, I'm not sure how much of my future I'll stake on a piece of paper in a stale cookie from Panda Express in the mall food court.

Just in case the message isn't in reference to what I hope it is, maybe I should go buy a PowerBall ticket and use the lucky numbers that were printed on the paper below the fortune.

I could definitely prepare to accept the title multi-millionaire as a wondrous opportunity.

Comments

FletcherDodge said…
Don't forget to add "...in bed."
9:22 PM
Amy said…
Well that just blows my theory all to hell.

:-)
5:54 AM
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