i think god is trying to tell me something...

i had dinner at chinatown a few days ago...
i was given a fortune cookie that i kept reminding myself to eat...
days later sitting by the steps of soho's crosby strret after a huge ass raf simons sample sale...
i found the cookie hidden in my bag...


i think god knows...
now i need a fortune to say...
(insert smiley face) you are going to be filthy fucking rich (insert smiley face)...
at least now i have some proof of a divine intervention when my parents recieve their credit card bills...