MISFORTUNE COOKIES
by TheGodfather
Posted: 20 February 2005 Word Count: 209 Summary: Is it the misfortunes of the world that make me fortunate? |
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An unwanted friend from the past will visit unannounced.
The worst day of your life is fast approaching.
She knows you have been unfaithful.
Get used to being short.
Everyone knows that you are aloof and unorganized.
Let your loved ones know how you feel by moving far away.
Your personality is...unique.
Your business ventures will fail, like always.
Your life will be cut off abruptly and tragically.
Your friends will all talk bad about you.
Someone will let the air out of your tires.
No one you know respects you.
You are fat because you eat too much.
Your conscience is telling you to ignore it.
You are good-looking when she is drunk.
You are never welcome at any gatherings.
Even your everyday desires will not be granted.
The people you tell your stories to do not care.
Shoot for the moon. That will get you off our planet.
Your health will suffer. You will end up destitute.
You should be able to do unskilled labor.
Someone you consider close is hoping you will not call.
Get used to your home town. You will never get to leave.
Smile. Tomorrow is going to be worse.
You will have to give everything in life away before you find anything.
The worst day of your life is fast approaching.
She knows you have been unfaithful.
Get used to being short.
Everyone knows that you are aloof and unorganized.
Let your loved ones know how you feel by moving far away.
Your personality is...unique.
Your business ventures will fail, like always.
Your life will be cut off abruptly and tragically.
Your friends will all talk bad about you.
Someone will let the air out of your tires.
No one you know respects you.
You are fat because you eat too much.
Your conscience is telling you to ignore it.
You are good-looking when she is drunk.
You are never welcome at any gatherings.
Even your everyday desires will not be granted.
The people you tell your stories to do not care.
Shoot for the moon. That will get you off our planet.
Your health will suffer. You will end up destitute.
You should be able to do unskilled labor.
Someone you consider close is hoping you will not call.
Get used to your home town. You will never get to leave.
Smile. Tomorrow is going to be worse.
You will have to give everything in life away before you find anything.
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