black cats, broken mirrors and walking under ladders

happy friday the 13th

earth below

sky beneath

bear the weight

of light and heat

it's a good thing i work graveyard - i just slept the whole friday the 13th away. the thing is, it may be four hours before the end of the so-called "cursed" day but my bad luck is just starting to kick in.

on my way to work, i just lighted a ciggie when some guy coming out of nowhere bumped me and knocked off the very last stick that i have. you have no idea how much i wanted to kill him!! and i don't really know what it is about today that i get ticked off easily. blaring horns from buses in edsa make me want to scream and girls gibberring oh-so-loudly and giggling like no one else is around makes me want to choke them till they run out of air to gasp!! arrrggghhh >.<

all i can do now is salvage whats left of the day.. that is - if it's still "salvageable" [is there even such a word?! i REALLY couldn't care any less..]..