I have just realised WHY I'm so unlucky in love.
Mirrors. Not only do the bastards remind me of my terrifying morning look, they are also in my way too often. For example, a couple of weeks back I casually knocked my extra large mirror over and it smashed... in dramatic fashion.
And I slowly began to discover how the prophecy of bad luck was indeed factual.
By 3pm that day, I had already missed a seminar, walked into a tree and then proceeded to be unveiled in the changing room by a 2 year old boy who started announcing 'NAKED GIRL NAKED GIRL'....
Delightful. Bastard mirrors.