If I could accurately, and with complete understanding, interpret what this fortune means, and also show, how it very well could change the future as we know it, I'd be writing some sort of self-help book on the subject. I don't know what it means. Also, that is not my grammatical error in bold. Do you think that when fortune cookie fortunes (as if there were any other cookies offering up advice) contain errors like that, they help perpetuate Asian stereotypes? As a pasty white caucasian, do I find myself mimicking the voice of who I believe to be the person responsible for creating that fortune? I guess I sort of did that time. Not with any negative bent, but I thought it in a slightly different voice. Does that make me a racist? Perhaps. Or perhaps I just decided to step into another dimension in order to comprehend the situation? If I try hard enough, I'll answer the question, or at least I'll amass enough bullshit to create whatever reality I want.
The luck that is ordained for you will be coveted by others.
This could be bad. This could be really bad. If others covet my luck, that means they desire it, and if it's bad luck for me that they covet, I'm not going to be for long. Of course, that's the half-empty approach to that fortune. I imagine the author meant that the amount of luck individuals possess is more than enough to be successful in life, and if you take advantage and use that luck, others who don't make that choice, will be envious of your luck. I suppose this fortune is advising me to start using my luck.
This could be bad. This could be really bad. If others covet my luck, that means they desire it, and if it's bad luck for me that they covet, I'm not going to be for long. Of course, that's the half-empty approach to that fortune. I imagine the author meant that the amount of luck individuals possess is more than enough to be successful in life, and if you take advantage and use that luck, others who don't make that choice, will be envious of your luck. I suppose this fortune is advising me to start using my luck.
The shortest distance between two people is a smile.
I suppose that could be true, unless ones penis finds itself inside another's vagina. That seems like it would be a bit closer than a smile, but I could be wrong.
Haste does not bring success.
You cannot force creativity with drink, but at times, it helps me give you mediocrity, the likes of which are not commonly found in nature. Listening to the Pretenders first album also helps. Great stuff. This fortune is only half true. Haste running down the baseline, more often than not, results in more success. Breaking a tackle, getting free in open space, and running as fast as you can usually gives you more success. I also thought of another more vulgar example, but I've decided to keep that one to myself for the time being. Whether or not, I choose to write it down and use it at a later date will be kept secret. Okay, back to the fortune. It seems true that if you succeed, it probably wasn't done through haste, but hard work and perseverance. Those unique virtues, which are pretty much universal, always seem to be the answer, except for a very small percentage of folk, but this is not a political blog, it's a plasticine love affair with this tape measure. Now that I picked it up, I see that the manufacturer is named Servess. That's what the love affair was all about.
I'm not sure what happened in that last paragraph, and I have absolutely no idea what that love affair sentence means. Actually I do, it's complete nonsense. Let's put that behind and move on.
You cannot force creativity with drink, but at times, it helps me give you mediocrity, the likes of which are not commonly found in nature. Listening to the Pretenders first album also helps. Great stuff. This fortune is only half true. Haste running down the baseline, more often than not, results in more success. Breaking a tackle, getting free in open space, and running as fast as you can usually gives you more success. I also thought of another more vulgar example, but I've decided to keep that one to myself for the time being. Whether or not, I choose to write it down and use it at a later date will be kept secret. Okay, back to the fortune. It seems true that if you succeed, it probably wasn't done through haste, but hard work and perseverance. Those unique virtues, which are pretty much universal, always seem to be the answer, except for a very small percentage of folk, but this is not a political blog, it's a plasticine love affair with this tape measure. Now that I picked it up, I see that the manufacturer is named Servess. That's what the love affair was all about.
I'm not sure what happened in that last paragraph, and I have absolutely no idea what that love affair sentence means. Actually I do, it's complete nonsense. Let's put that behind and move on.
A smile is nearly always inspired by another smile.
No doubt referring to a vertical smile, or in my thought, smiles. Both of which would be occurring simultaneously during a bit of scissoring. I'm not here to promote other websites, but I decided to find the online definition of scissoring, and Urban Dictionary really came through with not only the definition, but a very entertaining example as well.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=scissoring
I'm not sure if that's all I have to do when referencing another website, but I would imagine that's good enough. The source is right there in the link and I mentioned the name of the website. What else could they possibly need? A banner ad? A picture of the founder?
Alright, yes a smile is often inspired by another smile. That's a nice fortune. Smile and the world smiles back at you, right? Well, not dirt and water and other inanimate combinations of matter, but you know what I mean. I've often been told that I don't smile enough, and that may be true, but sometimes when I'm not smiling, I allow for the Universe to provide others, who need to smile a lot , unfettered access to my inner bank of smiles. I do not charge interest on these smiles, and that's because I love you. You are very dear to me, my readers. That is why I've decided to start putting up ads on my website. I know, I know, I'm selling out, but from what I understand, I'll be able to make almost enough, in the next month, to provide a small amount of help to Judy, who stands outside the Chicago/Western CVS, always asking politely for a bit of spare change. She's a nice lady, that Judy. I decided many months ago to give her change or cash every time I crossed her path. I had decided I'd do it for a month, but habits are difficult to break, so I'd guess 95% of the time I've given her something. She's always very grateful, as she probably should be if she wants contributors, but it's nice to stop and chat for a few moments. I enjoy old people. They usually have something good to say.
That one got away from me as well. It's not worth my while to put up ads on this site. I hope that inspires you to not put up ads on your site, because if a certain thing always inspires that same thing, much like a smile...I digress, because that question was about to become so far out that I conjured up John Denver in my mind when I read it once more. Onward and upward.
No doubt referring to a vertical smile, or in my thought, smiles. Both of which would be occurring simultaneously during a bit of scissoring. I'm not here to promote other websites, but I decided to find the online definition of scissoring, and Urban Dictionary really came through with not only the definition, but a very entertaining example as well.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=scissoring
I'm not sure if that's all I have to do when referencing another website, but I would imagine that's good enough. The source is right there in the link and I mentioned the name of the website. What else could they possibly need? A banner ad? A picture of the founder?
Alright, yes a smile is often inspired by another smile. That's a nice fortune. Smile and the world smiles back at you, right? Well, not dirt and water and other inanimate combinations of matter, but you know what I mean. I've often been told that I don't smile enough, and that may be true, but sometimes when I'm not smiling, I allow for the Universe to provide others, who need to smile a lot , unfettered access to my inner bank of smiles. I do not charge interest on these smiles, and that's because I love you. You are very dear to me, my readers. That is why I've decided to start putting up ads on my website. I know, I know, I'm selling out, but from what I understand, I'll be able to make almost enough, in the next month, to provide a small amount of help to Judy, who stands outside the Chicago/Western CVS, always asking politely for a bit of spare change. She's a nice lady, that Judy. I decided many months ago to give her change or cash every time I crossed her path. I had decided I'd do it for a month, but habits are difficult to break, so I'd guess 95% of the time I've given her something. She's always very grateful, as she probably should be if she wants contributors, but it's nice to stop and chat for a few moments. I enjoy old people. They usually have something good to say.
That one got away from me as well. It's not worth my while to put up ads on this site. I hope that inspires you to not put up ads on your site, because if a certain thing always inspires that same thing, much like a smile...I digress, because that question was about to become so far out that I conjured up John Denver in my mind when I read it once more. Onward and upward.
When you can't naturally feel upbeat, it can sometimes help to act as if you did.
Some would suggest being upbeat is always a choice, but I believe, science says otherwise. There's probably a nice bell shaped curve somewhere describing the spectrum of human thought on that topic, but I'm not presently interested in that. I'm much more interested in this Simon and Garfunkel album playing in the background. Though, with a band of that caliber, it's so much more enjoyable to have them in the foreground, so I've just now made the decision to play this song on the bedroom speakers instead of in the living room. That way I can physically have the music in the foreground. Sorry, gotta run...I'm building a metaphorical happiness bridge, which has the possibility of spanning large quantities of troubled water. Damn, that's a fine song. Certainly one of the best all-time, but listen to the last minute and fifty seconds of the song. Simply fantastic. Quite possibly the greatest two minutes of music in recorded history. And now that we're measuring that way, M.O.D.'s Short But Sweet is probably the greatest seven seconds in recorded music history. Dang. Just checked that and there's a bit of a battle on my hand. Sufjan Stevens One Last "Whoo-hoo!" For The Pullman, is also seven seconds. I can already split all of my friends up into groups of who likes which song better. One group seems a bit larger, which only means that they are more mainstream.
Lame.
Well that's all for this here post. Now that I'm finished, I'm pretty sure I forgot to interpret any of these fortunes. Perhaps some other time.
Some would suggest being upbeat is always a choice, but I believe, science says otherwise. There's probably a nice bell shaped curve somewhere describing the spectrum of human thought on that topic, but I'm not presently interested in that. I'm much more interested in this Simon and Garfunkel album playing in the background. Though, with a band of that caliber, it's so much more enjoyable to have them in the foreground, so I've just now made the decision to play this song on the bedroom speakers instead of in the living room. That way I can physically have the music in the foreground. Sorry, gotta run...I'm building a metaphorical happiness bridge, which has the possibility of spanning large quantities of troubled water. Damn, that's a fine song. Certainly one of the best all-time, but listen to the last minute and fifty seconds of the song. Simply fantastic. Quite possibly the greatest two minutes of music in recorded history. And now that we're measuring that way, M.O.D.'s Short But Sweet is probably the greatest seven seconds in recorded music history. Dang. Just checked that and there's a bit of a battle on my hand. Sufjan Stevens One Last "Whoo-hoo!" For The Pullman, is also seven seconds. I can already split all of my friends up into groups of who likes which song better. One group seems a bit larger, which only means that they are more mainstream.
Lame.
Well that's all for this here post. Now that I'm finished, I'm pretty sure I forgot to interpret any of these fortunes. Perhaps some other time.
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