Whenever I get out of my car with lights still on and it dings to warn me, I thank it for reminding me. I just know the day I don’t do that is the last day that ding will happen!

If three good things happen to me in a relatively short period of time, something bad is gonna happen next.

If three bad thing happen to me in a relatively short period of time, somethig good is gonna happen next.

When I hang my clothes up on the line to dry, I have to use matching coloured pegs for each item of clothing. I like the symmetry. It feels wrong to do it otherwise.

If someone says something bad, knock on wood. Like “Well X thing could happen” where X is like. A storm, the cats learning how to tap dance, a river exploding. Knocking on wood to make that not happen.

I’d tell you, but I wouldn’t be able to tell what counts as “harmless” at this point.

If I see my initials in a car rego plate I take it as a good sign.

I do a monthly newsletter at work. I collect the stuff for the newsletter in an Excel sheet. I normally end up with around 12 items or so. But that makes my Excel sheet stop on line 13 because of the header row. So I’ll add 2 more things. Because if I just add 1 then it will be 13 entries. So my newsletter will have less than 11 or more than 14 entries. I don’t know why, I don’t care about the number 13 anywhere else in my life.

I never saw a Unicorn before I believed in them. I guess they have a magical defense against being seen by people who don’t believe in them.

Now that I do believe in them…I still haven’t seen one. I guess they’re not local to my area.

I intend to continue to believe in them for the foreseeable future while I do some travel… just in case.

I don’t have good luck, nor bad luck… just wild luck. Not as fun as I would like to believe

I feel like bad things will happen to me if I eat a broken butterfinger bar.

If I’ve been a good boy my poop session will go smoothly. If I think I was a good boy, but then my poop is awful, I think “damn I must have done something…”. If I have been an asshole, but my poop goes well, I think “wow, I’m gonna have to pay this back tenfold tomorrow!”

Salute a single magpie to ward off bad luck

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I must clench and unclench my toes a few times on a carpet at the next available opportunity after landing from a flight

I’m still not convinces platypus are real