Fate, you lousy son of a gun, that is if you exist. It's easier to blame fate then to realize your life is the actual pits, yes you are living in a smelly hairy pit of man who hasn't showered in years, it takes all your guts not to vomit out your breakfast everyday (and breakfast is the MOST IMPORTANT MEAL).
I've decided I must be a little phsycic or as my 7th grade algebra teacher would say, I'M PSYCHO, because he got the two words mixed up every single time it was a ball of laughter under our breathes that should've hinted to him that he was saying it wrong but he didn't even seem to notice (maybe it was his high pants that were blocking his ear drums). Is it my fault that I had a dream about a bull shark eating my sister and I didn't warn her and then the next day she broke her leg after a BULL dozer crashed into her car? I thought it was strange that I kept thinking in my subconscience mind of sleep it's a BULL shark that's trying to eat my sister. Specifically a bull shark, strange, I guess I know why now. I should've warned my sister about anything that had to do with the word bull. So now I have all this preasure to pick apart all my dreams and warn anyone that gets hurt. That is a lot to put on a human being.
Another instance. I was listening to the good old song Singing in the Rains by beautiful dead Gene Kelly, such a shame they haven't invented a rebirth syrum to make him alive again, then I thought of the good old sentence: when it rains it pours, last heard from the tv show 30 rock. And then as I was walking out of work the other day I feel rain drops on my forehead, but the clouds that it should've come from were not present. Then I realize someone just threw up off the building onto my head. I should've known.
Most people would look at these instances and say, GIRL YOU ARE CRAZY THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH EACHOTHER.