Once upon a time, I woke up late this morning. Had to rush my ass to take a shower and get dressed, pop on my 3's and jump, hop, and skip out the door. Thinking to myself, "Damn this day isn't going so well." So I'm walking, walking, minding my own, when out pops a got-damn black cat. The shit sprints its legs across the street and ducks under the bushes. I stood, stunned. Like, wow, just my luck righ?
Anyways, the day progresses and nothing big or bad happens. So what does that mean? I was never one to look out for the ladders or broke mirrors, but I always felt just a tad guilty stepping on cracks. I wonder...
FYI:
- A frog brings good luck to the house it enters.
- Unlucky to sit cross-legged when playing cards.
- Babies born with teeth become extremely selfish.
- Cut your hair on Good Friday to prevent headaches in the year to come.
- Pregnant women should not attend funerals.
- The spouse who goes to sleep first on the wedding day will be the first to die.
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