If you wasted your life on luck, I would still love you

Opening night is tonight. Just mentioning it because it's sort of important to me. It's irrelevant to this blog post, though.

I never understood why people would think that a certain profession is sexy or attractive. There will always be ugly doctors, or teachers, or pizza boys. In fact, that last one is definitely ridiculous. Have you ever actually seen a pizza boy you would have random sex with? Come on, porn! Get real!

Things like this occur to me often.

Another thing that occurs to me is that I suck at keeping my mouth closed. I never remember when people tell me not to say things. And I am NOT graceful. I rammed into a teacher today on my way to buy some Cheetos.

I guess a lot of life is just luck. If you're really lucky, you will find the world's one and only hot pizza boy. If you're lucky, you'll never say the wrong thing at the wrong time. (Is there ever a right time to say the wrong thing?) If you're lucky, you can buy Cheetos without embarrassing yourself.

I guess I just have another brand of luck.

I have luck that gives me cute guys to stare at (and stare at and stare at and stare at until my eyes fall out) with almost no negative outcome (or positive, really). And the luck that gives me friends who forgive me when I mess things up horribly. And luck that lets me only hit into teachers who don't know me.

Viel Glueck.