My Friday the 13th went the same as all other F13s I've lived through: absolutely noneventful!
But I used to love going to school on F13 just to see who skipped school, who had something happen and they switch the blame from everybody around them to F13 (and never themselves, where it belonged), and especially watching people scream and run whenever they see a black cat, wet hair, spider, ladder, glass, something vaguely resembling a guts-strewn, bloody, knife-weilding, hockey-mask-wearing, zombie-faced ax murderer (yes, that actually "happened" once, and it was all based on somebody's T-shirt with a Tommy Hillfiger logo, and it was reflected partly in a window. Twenty minutes of non-stop laughing for the rest of us at that kid's expense).
My Friday was great!
I got a real in the mail letter from an old friend.And last, but not least
My bf took me out, after a tasty dinner of home made pizza, for a late night ride in his lovely ride.
P.S.: Happy (Belated) Birthday to kittyk-145!