It didnt end

OK, so the billboards for the re-release of "The Omen" are all 6-6-06, with upside down crosses for the dashes. There were all kinds of conversations about the end of the world and armageddon, ragnarok, or whatever. I decided it was a good day to get on a plane. I flew out of LAX from gate A13. I sat in row 13. I sat next to a little girl with a pillow shaped like a black cat. The cab I got in was yellow cab number 0666. When I got out of the car, a black cat crossed my path. The world is still here. Sadly, I was hoping for a little of the armageddon. I wouldnt have had to come to work today. but alas, we're all here still, and I'm working mad hours. I hate my boss, so i suppose I'm part of a tradition of the American Work force who cant stand their supervisors.
In other news...I've got a rad girlfriend with red hair which only propegates my belief that my life seems to follow that of Charlie Brown more and more. Love you Ramona Quimby, age 8.