ACCOZZAGLIA

ahhh, fortune cookies. i can almost imagine a hundred typists slavishly labouring over some miniature typewriter in a second-story flat in Chinatown, devising banal one-liners to put into a bunch of American cookies.

most of the fortunes simply aren’t. rather, they’re like these little tidbits or factoids about life, such as “the sun will rise tomorrow.” but the worst are the paternalistic-sounding single-line screeds that read more like an overbearing parent, “you should be more creative and listen closely.”

but the one i got today when ximnot dragged me into Chinatown was actually kinda nice, even if it meant nothing.

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it’s been a tumultuous day. in this order, connected to three separate LJ entries:

1. i walked into an interview and felt remarkably transparent in all the good ways.

2. a kindred voice of encouragement bubbling from a sea of incessant murk.

3. actually, it’s not a sacking. it’s a mutual dumping agreement, not set in ink.