Apr 17, 2008 08:30
11:24 AM 11/24/70 · I'm not generally one for paranoia. Occasionally I run more than a few paranoid scenarios in my head for anything that might possibly, in some insane reality, happen...but other than that I wouldn't consider myself paranoid. I don't think anyone's out to get me...
...with the possible exception of my imaginary friend, Sid.
Post for another time.
I was born November 24th, 1970. Under different circumstances that might not be very significant but as it stands, so far as this post goes, something really wonky is going on. The timeframe of this seems kinda weird too because this whole thing, that I haven't even told you about yet, is when I first started posting I'm immortal.
I am.
I'm not dead so I've got that going for me. Yeah, some nut would probably follow this up with "Well, what if I shot you?" which I'd go with "Then you'd probably kill me." and he or she or it would go "Then you're not immortal!" which wouldn't really be true considering that nothing about immortality implies you can't be killed. It simply means that you have the potential to live forever...doesn't say you can't be killed. Vampires are immortal and there's tons of ways to kill them. The Gods of Norse mythology are immortal...up until Ragnarok when they all die.
So, I'm immortal.
Deal with it...
...but I digress.
Generally when I goto Quizno's I order the same thing (Chicken Carbonara & a drink) and it costs $11.24 interestingly enough. Generally the first time I notice the time at work it's 11:24am, same time I usually first notice when I wake up Saturday morning's. More often than not, in either the AM or PM, when I look at the clock it's 11:24.
Everything is 11/24!
Okay, I'm bored with this.
wonky,
confession is good for the soul,
immortal