the anti-matter

i found several fortunes this week. literally found the fortune papers that come inside yummy fortune cookies.

the first said: Don't be hasty; prosperity will knock on your door soon.

the second said: Enjoy your good company, they are true friends.

the third said: you are an egotistical bitch. ask three of your friends and they won't disagree.

i give up. the anti-matter is winning. it's by definition the exact opposite of matter. sort of like the country song 'my give a damn's busted' only more science like and thought up by the master song writer rollins. god i love rollins. when i am the worst version of myself (like lately) he simply laughs and tells me failure is completely probable.

in other news... i hate not smoking... i'm cranky. i haven't been sleeping really except for last night (when i slept on a couch) and somehow i'm more tired now than i have been in weeks. for the record anyone who says a girl can't live on 3 hours of sleep, 5 lattes, introspection, a sense of humor, cheese & crackers and running 3 miles a day is an asshole. just like the people who don't like apples, hot air balloons and use the word irregardless.