My future is bleak...aparently
Sarah and I went to Nancy Chang's today for lunch after our work-out. At the end, the waiter brought us the bill along with two fortune cookies, as is standard procedure.
However, this time was different. Upon opening the crisp, semi-edible treasure chest that held the secret to my future, as well as learning a chinese phrase that I don't care about and will never remember anyways, I let out a gasp. Looking inside the two halves, I realized that there was NO FORTUNE. That little slip of paper that I've come to love and respect, was GONE. No paper. No fortune. No future secrets for success for Tim Baird.
What does this mean? What do I do?
It's a good thing that I'm not a superstitious man, or this would have really freaked me out.
However, this time was different. Upon opening the crisp, semi-edible treasure chest that held the secret to my future, as well as learning a chinese phrase that I don't care about and will never remember anyways, I let out a gasp. Looking inside the two halves, I realized that there was NO FORTUNE. That little slip of paper that I've come to love and respect, was GONE. No paper. No fortune. No future secrets for success for Tim Baird.
What does this mean? What do I do?
It's a good thing that I'm not a superstitious man, or this would have really freaked me out.
posted by Tim Baird at 1:00 PM
1 Comments:
Tim, its your darling sister Stacy. I've come to the conclusion that if you're looking to pick up a part time job on the side, you should consider writing a column for a paper or something.. cause you are quite witty my friend. Your blogs make me laugh just by the way you describe things. :)
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