Omens? No. Warnings? Yes. Simply depends on how they're viewed. Just keepin' it kosher.
I am similar to retired old ladies that plan bake sales: occasionally, what I do isn't important in the least; somehow, though, these particular actions infect my existence. Because if the chocolate chip cookies are next to the scones, who will buy the scones?
Best/future career: food photographer. There are tricks to the trade, however. I hear they use vaseline to make turkeys look more appetizing, and whipped cream? That will melt. Plaster is a much better idea. So no eating most of the time, which is a bummer. But photographing food and making it look as tasty as possible? Still the best paying position I can think of.
Meanwhile, as the drunk Jew looks for some kosher ramen, the middle-aged Latina behind the counter of the 7-eleven swears at the lack of baked goods in the plastic case, reaches into her apron pocket, and places an unidentifiable object on one of the shelves.
Make love. In a bowl. Wear oven mitts. Heat up. Stir. Simmer. Let cool.
Today:
-songwriting
-maybe?
-find a paying position
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