I am always known to jump the gun. Make random decision. Make it quick, make it haste! And so far, I'm still alive. What I don't get is that sometimes, I feel like the universe is conspiring to plot my very unfortunate demise. I don't know how to explain it. Hmm, Okay. Maybe something like this.
For example, it's one of those things where you come home from shopping because you found a hundred dollar bill on the floor of the women's washroom at the mall (so lucky!) and your dad tells you that he lost his hundred dollar bill on his way out the door this morning. How do you explain that?
Or you are talking to someone and uttered a phrase that was exactly the phrase that was uttered by another person that this person you're talking to spoke with earlier in the day, the week, whatever. How do you explain that?
Oh, universe. Stop making evilspawn and throwing them my way. I have troubles enough as it is. Boo.
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