So, today, we got a printer. And then we went to the sex...-ahem- "personal improvement" store where my best friend, Ace works. It was kind of hilarious. And I learned things about my housemates I never wanted to know. Actually that's a lie. I pretty much knew already. Anyway, much hilarity ensued. Especially when the manager told us the story about how a male bar bouncer she once knew told her he "broke his clitoris". Apparently the man didn't know the name for your clavicle.
Today, being the third solid day of awesome in a row has cemented my theory. Writing this blog is definitely causing more epic things to happen. By itself. It's like voodoo, except with less creepy chanting and cajun food. Maybe now I'll actually like, start making $20 an hour, get a girlfriend, and get published or something. More likely the something. And by something I mean accidentally brain myself with a frying pan, offend the cute chick I really like horribly, and be tracked down by the IRS for my nonexistent tax evasion. All in the same day. Who says epic has to be good?
Anyway. It's getting late folks, so I'll update again when something epic happens. Which right now is looking like at least once a day. Peace, love, and wasted hippies.
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