Lately (over the past several months, really) I've had a spate of bad fortune cookies. Stale, crumbly, untasty. The fortunes have been open to interpretation, and not perhaps as sanguine as one would wish a dessert item's prognostications to be.
Here is an example.
"You have a capacity for enjoying life." This capacity renders the unremitting grimness of your existence all the more tragic. Oh, Lee Ann Chin fortune cookie, why did you have to say what we were both thinking?
Of course, when I start using words like 'unremitting', 'sanguine' and anything so needlessly polysyllabic as 'prognostication'... it's probably time to go out for a beer.
also, unremitting grimness is a slight overstatement.
ReplyDeleteDon't stop now! I love big words!
ReplyDeleteShut up! i will not! I'll be dead long before then! It's an onerous burden to have such a prodigious vocabulary.
ReplyDeleteSo it wasn't the 'dead by 30' thing so much?
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