I love this dress, thin baby pink and white pin-stripes, white round collar, little satin bow at the nape of my neck. I’m 12 years old and attending a wedding reception.
Low ceilings with walnut beams is what catches your eye when you enter the old Inn. It is a beautiful cool summer’s day in Amersham, England.
My dining partner to my left is a medium, one of my Aunt’s friends of whom I have never met. This lady was not just hit with the ugly stick, she had her ass Rodney Kinged with the damn thing. My Aunt readily introduced me to the psychic and instantly she asked, “Let me read your palms”.
Very excitedly I rubbed the icing off my hands and proudly displayed them face up. She touched each palm intensively to quickly announce.. “Keep a diary, you will lead an interesting life and you will write a book”. She looks down again, frowns “And you will die young”.
*bummer*
Obviously, I don’t want her to be accurate, so lets check out the score….
Yes/No Old Hag Cute Creamy
Written book No 1
Interesting Life Yes 1
Am I Dead No 1
Diary….well NONONONO 1
Blogs are not diarys….right? Good night
