Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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28, single, comic book geek, that's me in a nut shell.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

My lucky Day

It's my lucky day today. Or at least it better be.

While waiting for the shuttle this morning, page 111 of the book I'm reading (Catch-22), was shat on. And a little on my shoulder. That's the first time that's ever happened to me, and as i wiped the crap off my book and my shoulder i turned to the lady standing next to me and said, without even thinking, "must be my lucky day, i should buy a lottery ticket".

But seriously, who's the first asshole who got shit on and said "i've got to turn this into a positive". When you think about it there's nothing lucky about this really. I mean it's not the end of the world or anything...it's not like a condor or hawk (i don't know why in my head these birds shit more then others), it was a pigeon so it wasn't a big deal and didn'T fuck up my entire morning. But i did think about that all the way to work... lucky day... hope nothing else shits on me.

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