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Edited on Sat Nov-22-03 05:57 PM by dolo amber
Be on the lookout for another occurance...in my experience it came in 3s...
I've thought about posting something similar to this on occasion but just haven't gotten around to it yet. Funny you should actually mention "Carrie", as that became my nickname after the little spell I had a few years back.
First thing: I worked for a small company, and the boss' daughter was the receptionist. She and I didn't so much get along, to the point it was becoming obvious to the boss. So I decide in the interest of self preservation to *kill her with kindness*, since I knew me being nice to her would get to her worse than anything. I said to a co-worker "I'm gonna be so nice to her that her head explodes." This was on a Friday. Monday morning, no boss' daughter. She'd had an aneurysm rupture in her brain on Saturday. NO SHIT. She lived, however...(and actually became a much nicer person!)
Second thing: The above company was a music distributor, and I was a buyer, which meant interacting with cheesy record label types on a regular basis. One such person used to JUST annoy the arse right off me. Arrogant cocky prick. We'd be out at a show, he'd saunter up to the bar, SNAP HIS FINGERS (:grr:) at the poor stressed out college kids behind the bar, then virtually throw his *comp* drink tickets in the kids' face when he was served. Made me ill. Anyway, again, I open my mouth one day after spending the evening in his presence, and say "I hate that SOB, I wish he'd just drop dead and rot!" BOOM. A week or so later, dead of a cocaine induced heart attack. He was like 37, 38...
Last thing: (Bear in mind all these things happened within like, a month and a half of each other. And no one is harmed in this episode, it's just odd. ;)) The apt. building I lived in at the time was a converted hotel from the 20s. Really cute, lots of personality, but kinda rickety. Not in the greatest part of town. There were iron bars on the windows, and my doorknob had been progressively getting looser and looser to the point I had to spin in around like 20 times to get it to catch to open the door. I said to my sister (who also lived there) "Jeeesus, if this place ever catches on fire, I'm right fucked for trying to get out of here!"...I'll let you guess what happened a few days later...:eyes:
This was (thankfully) the only time(s) anything like this has ever happened to me, and I don't for a minute believe any of those things occured because of anything I said, but MAN! Too. Weird.
If you decide to take that tour, lemme know. :evilgrin:
edit for usual rubbish spelling
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