leaves of three, leave it be. leaves of four, eat some more!
speaking of three..."they" say that everything happens in threes (or at least we unconciously group them that way), and i have a testimonial of an "occurence of three" that happened today:
so, first off, i'm just walking in "Le Dining Hall du Branford" (i just made that up) utilizing the thongs in order to procure a "Yukon Gold Potato" onto my china-ware plate. as i sit down and begin to mill through all the little food-things i acquired, i wipe the left over backwash water (you know...the bit of water that is left on the tray/plate after it has been washed...eww!!) to dry it off...then i move my Yukon Gold Potato onto that newly cleaned section. i grab my silver fork, and delve into its starchy flesh...when suddenly, i notice a mild bruise on the inside (like there was a section of the potato "meat", if you will, that was discolored like a beaten banana). "hm...interesting," i thought to my self...and i poke the brown part with my fork. BAD IDEA. as soon as i poke it, a wad of brown, gunky lava oozes out of the hole and onto the plate. it was repuhhhhhlsive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so, i'm thinking, "wow. thats a bad omen."
i walk over to the Frozen Yogurt machine to get some Butter Pecan Columbo. as i push the stick forward, the machine begins to churn out, not a stream, but clumps out (like you would if you were taking a strange poo). the machine begins to vibrate and fan, and i decide not to get anymore, with fear that the machine could very well break. so i start to look for a plastic spoon. i look at my fro yo. lined around my fro yo is a wonderful row of brown bits, otherwise known as DIRT. MY FUCKING FRO YO HAD DIRT.
at this point, i knew it was 2 bad omens, and i was only a matter of time before the third happened. walking back home from the dining hall, i nearly slipped on the wet pavement...but that was hardly the final bad omen. i walked over to open the gigantic metal doors, and, as usual, i push the "Retard" button so that the doors open for you. the door gently cracked open to let me out, but suddenly, it hinged onto the other door that opposed its motion. its hard to explain, but long story short, the DOOR WAS JAMMED!!!!!!!!!!!!! i had to walk around branford/saybrook to get out to Phelps' Gate in order to get into OC.
wow. i hope nothing else strange happens.
*quivers with fear*
so, first off, i'm just walking in "Le Dining Hall du Branford" (i just made that up) utilizing the thongs in order to procure a "Yukon Gold Potato" onto my china-ware plate. as i sit down and begin to mill through all the little food-things i acquired, i wipe the left over backwash water (you know...the bit of water that is left on the tray/plate after it has been washed...eww!!) to dry it off...then i move my Yukon Gold Potato onto that newly cleaned section. i grab my silver fork, and delve into its starchy flesh...when suddenly, i notice a mild bruise on the inside (like there was a section of the potato "meat", if you will, that was discolored like a beaten banana). "hm...interesting," i thought to my self...and i poke the brown part with my fork. BAD IDEA. as soon as i poke it, a wad of brown, gunky lava oozes out of the hole and onto the plate. it was repuhhhhhlsive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so, i'm thinking, "wow. thats a bad omen."
i walk over to the Frozen Yogurt machine to get some Butter Pecan Columbo. as i push the stick forward, the machine begins to churn out, not a stream, but clumps out (like you would if you were taking a strange poo). the machine begins to vibrate and fan, and i decide not to get anymore, with fear that the machine could very well break. so i start to look for a plastic spoon. i look at my fro yo. lined around my fro yo is a wonderful row of brown bits, otherwise known as DIRT. MY FUCKING FRO YO HAD DIRT.
at this point, i knew it was 2 bad omens, and i was only a matter of time before the third happened. walking back home from the dining hall, i nearly slipped on the wet pavement...but that was hardly the final bad omen. i walked over to open the gigantic metal doors, and, as usual, i push the "Retard" button so that the doors open for you. the door gently cracked open to let me out, but suddenly, it hinged onto the other door that opposed its motion. its hard to explain, but long story short, the DOOR WAS JAMMED!!!!!!!!!!!!! i had to walk around branford/saybrook to get out to Phelps' Gate in order to get into OC.
wow. i hope nothing else strange happens.
*quivers with fear*
posted by Joe @ 9:08 AM
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