as i made widely known to anyone who would listen, i had a shitty birthday this year. birthdays, in general, are shitty. my own, at least. i don't like getting older, i don't like being forced to do SOMETHING and then usually don't and feel even worse about myself.
on my birthday this year i painted my office and watched law and order: svu and ate a crazy amount of bad chinese food. after gorging, i celebrated with a fortune cookie and received the above slip of paper. i felt like maybe it was significant, and if not, it'd serve for good fodder and i counted three months ahead (april 8th) and glued the fortune.
i had forgotten all about this. and, being irresponsible and lazy, didn't turn my calender from march to april until the 9th. probably for the best, really. i would have jinxed myself in some way had i known this was some apparent omen. the thing is... it was. i'm not one to get all swoon-y and lalala about a boy. in public, at least. but that was the day i realized that this boy was special. the specialest, perhaps? MAYHAPS. when i received the fortune on that cold day, i laughed at it because good things are never, ever in store for me but, you know, who would have guessed.
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