"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Things will happen to you

Day Twenty-One: Rewrite Frank O'Hara's Lines for the Fortune Cookies.

The camera will stop, but you will continue to act.

Yes, your dreams of becoming a professional athlete are still dead.

Sunday will not be the best day for you; wait until Wednesday.

Your daydreams will seem as truth - you will find your truths lacking.

Despite what that girl at work tells you, you do NOT look good in brown.

Be wary of flattering situations - you are a closet egomaniac.

You have become too smug for your own good.

You will experience a period of great anguish at some point this week.

Congratulations! [Name of Favorite Sports Team] will win the title this year.

Spend more time knitting. Knitting soothes the soul.

All of your uproar over politics will get you nowhere unless you run for office.

Consider a career in wedding planning, despite your distaste for weddings.

Therapy is not the answer. Scotch is.

Before running, be sure to ponder the mysteries of the universe.

Enjoy a good filet mignon this week. They're on sale.

Your mother-in-law will find your paintball obsession unsettling.

It has been said that you will fail at a great task. This is only partially true.

You will find great relief in the words of a frenemy.

Do not trust anyone who uses the word "frenemy" seriously.

To last in this business, you may need to actually do what your boss says.

Upon waking, your first thought will be of Gerard Butler. Do not ask why.

Drink Pepsi®.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Sly and the Family Stone, Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf)

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