Sunday Scribblings: Fortune Cookies

Have you ever wanted..

..to just keep ripping open the damn cookies until you finally read the fortune that you wanted all along?

That's sort of how I feel at the moment, when I think about fortune cookies.

Perhaps it's because the fortunes are always so generic, so processed, so run of the mill that I'm cynical? Perhaps it's because we don't really even have fortune cookies all that much where I am and it is all a big novelty event.

I wish the fortunes were personalised. Wouldn't that be nice?

At the moment though, I'd love to be anywhere but here on a Friday night. I'd love to be out eating Chinese food (or possibly Thai, but I wouldn't be choosy, promise!) with people that make me smile. I'd love to be at the end of a scrumptious meal and awaiting the rest of the night that lay ahead. And of course, crumbling a cookie between my fingers and eagerly awaiting the infinite wisdom laying between the sugary layers.

My personal fortune? Would probably be something along the lines of this;

"She who stops eating these damn cookies and gets her butt on the treadmill is the smartest cookie of all."

Good times! Anyone care to join me for a night out?

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