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raybearOr so a fortune cookie informed me on Saturday evening. I reached in my pockets to get my keys out this morning and rediscovered the tiny slip of paper acquired at dinner this weekend. I decided to save it, and posted it on my monitor with the date written in the corner. I realized that hundreds of fortune cookie fortunes could have conceivably come true over the years, but I wouldn't know because I forget the fortune 5 minutes after reading them. This is probably true of numerous other things in my life. How many lessons have I repeated over and over again because the information learned never survived the transition from short-term memory banks into crystallized permanent memories?
Anyway, with my luck, the stardom will be someone hugely famous that I don't care about or who annoys the fuck out of me. Like seeing Fred Durst in a restaurant or something. But then again, I wouldn't exactly called that being "graced".
I just re-read a few posts from a few months ago. Then I re-read posts from a few weeks ago. Then I re-read posts from yesterday. Who knew the cringe factor could kick in so early. I'm such a freak, even to myself sometimes.
Last night I made corn chowder for dinner. Today I'm having the leftovers for lunch. I feel compelled to e-mail my father because of it. It's his recipe. I even felt like him last night, if that even makes sense. But in an okay way, not necessarily a scary way.
Oh, and to whom it may concern: I didn't mean "grossly" in the 'disgusting' sense. I mean it in the 'large size' sense.
And another oh -- thanks for the happy bday wishes from folks.
"Baby girl....."
Anyway, with my luck, the stardom will be someone hugely famous that I don't care about or who annoys the fuck out of me. Like seeing Fred Durst in a restaurant or something. But then again, I wouldn't exactly called that being "graced".
I just re-read a few posts from a few months ago. Then I re-read posts from a few weeks ago. Then I re-read posts from yesterday. Who knew the cringe factor could kick in so early. I'm such a freak, even to myself sometimes.
Last night I made corn chowder for dinner. Today I'm having the leftovers for lunch. I feel compelled to e-mail my father because of it. It's his recipe. I even felt like him last night, if that even makes sense. But in an okay way, not necessarily a scary way.
Oh, and to whom it may concern: I didn't mean "grossly" in the 'disgusting' sense. I mean it in the 'large size' sense.
And another oh -- thanks for the happy bday wishes from folks.
"Baby girl....."
