so today, a black cat crossed my path, i stepped on cracks, broke two mirrors (one while walking under a ladder)
i spat into the wind, spilled salt and spoke ill of my mother.
oh yeah, and i booked passage on some ship...Thai...Tie...Titanic.
wait. actually i don't think it is bad luck to speak ill of your parents. scratch that.
and a black cat crossed my path every dang day. so that's no good.
i did, however, have a horrible, no good, very bad day.
so glad it's the weekend. i would like to believe that as a dazzling urbanite that there's a massage in my future, but i somehow doubt that.
so i'll settle for some coconut cream pie. or a hot fudge sundae..
no nuts please.