I'm not really that superstitious. I'm just really weird about numbers like walking an even number of steps, tapping each finger on my hand an even number of times, rubbing my tongue against each side of my month an even number of times, and setting the alarm clock such a way so that the number is even or falls on a quarter hour. I don't have OCD, promise. Anyways, I knew it was Friday the 13th when I walked into the apartment and immediately stepped in shit! Sugar had pooped on the landing at the bottom of the stairs and I stepped in it right as I walked in. With that said, nothing else has gone wrong today...yet.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Friday the 13th
I'm not really that superstitious. I'm just really weird about numbers like walking an even number of steps, tapping each finger on my hand an even number of times, rubbing my tongue against each side of my month an even number of times, and setting the alarm clock such a way so that the number is even or falls on a quarter hour. I don't have OCD, promise. Anyways, I knew it was Friday the 13th when I walked into the apartment and immediately stepped in shit! Sugar had pooped on the landing at the bottom of the stairs and I stepped in it right as I walked in. With that said, nothing else has gone wrong today...yet.
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