Fortun-ate!

This morning I chose “Fortune Cookie” off the menu of items in my cabinet for breakfast. This time it was more because I’m not exactly a breakfast person and I’d rather eat junk before something good for me, than because I was looking for a good fortune.

Good thing, too. I got the same reading as I did the other day (ladies, you should really check (this one) out…)

The only thing I can gather is that a) Confucius is really trying to tell me something of which I completely do not understand, b) Fortune-Cookie-Writer-People ran out of things to say that day, c) It’s really not a Chinese Fortune, but rather a gypsy curse sent by someone who wants to see me single for the rest of my life.

So, forget it. I opened all the packages, threw away the little slips of paper, and ate every fortune cookie I had.

Breakfast of a Champion Rebellion. No?