07.12.02
The other day, Overlord Carol's client, Laura told me, "You have a beautiful forehead! It is such a lovely shape!"
On that same day, I spilled Cherry Coke down the front of my shirt as I was leaving my home, but had no stain to show for it, thusly not require a change of wardrobe that would make me late for work.
And it happened to also be the same day that I finally wore a hole through the sole of the heel of my favorite pair of black leather slides, a tiny hole that with every step expelled a tiny burst of air, "Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft."
My shirt repels cola, my forehead is praised and my shoes start farting?
That can't be mere coincidence.
Weird shit always happens in threes.
