Every time I return from a trip, an earthquake usually occurs within 24 hours. It's like the island of Japan is so happy to see me that it jumps for joy upon my arrival. So, of course, about an hour ago, we had a small earthquake. Thankfully, I didn't feel a thing!
Or, on the other hand, the island of Japan could be so effing pissed off that I'm back on its land that it gets angry and shakes and rolls as a warning to me. It's saying hey you, the little midget Mexican momma, I've got my eye on you so don't