5/29/2017: chooch

Yesterday, Gregg Allman died. In tribute, I listened to my favorite Allman Brothers songs and I even bought a few of his solo songs that I didn't already own.

This morning, I see this tweet on my Twitter feed:

Time stamp of the tweet: 8:14am, as you can see below:

Right after checking my twitter that morning and right after seeing that tweet, I ordered breakfast delivery from UberEats. Here’s the receipt from the restaurant that I, for some reason, ended up choosing today. I’ve never eaten there before:

(it’s pronounced choo choo, like a choo choo train)

Here is the time my food was ordered and then delivered:

Ok, no big deal, right? Nothing to see there. No correlation, seemingly.

Well, a bit later, I decided to actually click into the article from that Spin tweet about Cher. I didn’t even realize the connection until after I ate my food. I’ve highlighted the important word:

So, to summarize: Gregg Allman dies yesterday. Then, I see Cher first thing this morning on my Twitter feed, an unusual occurrence (it was only because I follow Spin and because Gregg had died). Then, just a couple minutes later, I order food from a restaurant called Chouchou, and it turns out her nickname (or pet name, I'm assuming) for Gregg was Chooch?

Chooch, Chouch (both pronounced the same). WTF IS HAPPENING HERE?

I suspect somehow Gregg is inside me after all the energy I gave him yesterday (or his spirit or whatever it is, however the fuck this reality works) and he’s eating through me and somehow Cher, his ex-wife is connected to the food I decided to choose and had delivered, which was actually pretty damn delicious.

I have no idea, but I know this is all ON PURPOSE and not some random coincidence, just like the hundreds of other entries of proof I’m posting here (with thousands of other “coincidences” at my disposal that I'm not currently posting).