If you can't say anything nice...
So last night I got Chinese takeaway for dinner and got a fortune cookie with nothing in it. Empty. No amorphous predictions, no generalized observations about my character or relation to the world, no lucky numbers – nothing. A little folded pastry without the expected scrap of paper in it. Eloquent, actually. No glib words of insight could have summed up and so accurately described my life as that empty fortune cookie.
posted by Greg! | 1:23 PM
5 Comments:
Maybe you're a ghost. Because we all know ghosts caaaan't be photograaaaphed, so maybe they can't get fortunes either.
Just a thought.
You have no pre-ordained destiny; that's why the Fortune Cookie Seers couldn't guess your future. It's yours to make.
Do we live in Europe? I thought it was "take-out" here in the U.S.
;-)
--*Rob
The laws sometimes sleep, but never die.
"The dark side clouds everything. Impossible to see the future is."
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