Fortunes are Fortunes, Whether By Teller or Cookie

Okay, before I start this post, I just want everyone to know that I've been posting a lot through email because I'm not really getting internet access at home.
So, last night I had Chinese food for dinner but I forgot to eat my fortune cookie, and stuck it in my coat pocket to find this morning. Well, I was walking down the hall and talking to Mrs. H. about fortune cookies. She asked if it was a good fortune and I replied that I hadn't read it yet. So she pulled it out and showed it to me. This fortune made me wonder who gets paid $7.63 an hour to pull stupid "fortunes" out of their hindparts. "An empty stomach does not make a good political guide," my fortune read. And politics don't belong "in bed," as a typical teenager would say.
I think in all of my life, I have gotten one valid fortune, and it was so vague that it could have been anybody's problem. "A challenge is ahead," it warned me. A few weeks later, I recieved a letter from C.R. letting me know that he's thinking about asking me out. C.R. is being sent away ten days after he gets here. I don't know where to, but the probability of him being stationned near home is slim to none. Long distance relationships are difficult to maintain, and I knew intuitively that this was the challenge my fortune was talking about. But, as I said, fortune cookies are hardly reliable and so vague that one has to wonder whether or not it was really
meant for them. I guess the only way to find out is to pray for the answer, to pray for the validity.