Ok like pretend your two most sane friends said "earn money as a tarot card reader". That's my day today. Going for a long walk to buy a beer or two before 2 am when the puritans cut me off because this is an odd career to be considering this seriously, like what the fuck?

Ok so first reading was delightfully creepy, yet helpful. I think I might pull this off.

I don't remember the really funny reason I jumped back online to waste my precious data with. I just know the motivation was that I love you all. Off to eat midnight spaghetti O's from a can in the dark in the kitchen, while staring at the baby carnivores fumbling through the soil on their path to renewal while lit by fairy lights that stay on so we can find the midnight munchies in the kitchen.

How do you do "local personality" with massive ummm....... Socially triggered spasms with flailing limbs? With fucking humor. I might like this. I could do it as a thing. Maybe. Pardon if I encourage myself into an odd income.

Watch my ass get invited to the bbq because I'm funny, leftist, creatively "witchy", and a fucking critical thinker. Send your energy my way. I'll do scientific shit with it.

Oh, no. It's even worse. Sipping my wine from the new local shop, the one next to my fav dispensary, the one that has a party area full of hubaloo on the weekends, they want to stock the Snoop wine because I said it's perfectly balanced (yes,try it), they are part and parcel with the dispensary next door, I call the corner the one stop shop for my chronic pain needs (the booze dude caught the chronic joke, made me happy) I'm becoming known.... I might be on my way to local personality?

Fucking LOVE the twins. Y'all remember the sativa overdose? I couldn't type from shaking fingers. The nuts after the violent nuts? They were there. When I couldn't get y'all or Joe to figure out "call for help", these twins (retired psychiatric nurses, both of them, figured out, "you want us to call the police?" YES, thank you. These are the people telling me I need to professionally read tarot cards. I needed y'all to appreciate that with me.

There's a special goodness feeling reserved for when those who know you down to your most embarrassing moments (the twins, right across the street know more than you do,) urge you on in your most insane ideas like "um, you could do this."

He said I should get internet tomorrow. I'll give him a day leeway, and if this ends up being not, I need help with a ho fund me for a ticket to New York to kick him in the nads.

Go fund me. Keeping the typo for ho pride.

I keep thinking of a few years ago when we were doing poorly and I suggested the possibility of me doing tarot card readings and the look of embarrassed horror that crossed Joe's face.... These fucking twins are a bad influence. Just awful. Fuck, I love them.

Yup. Definitely need to put "any prophecy is accidental" on the sign.

Oh, no. The twins are after me to actually give them readings. I told them I do a near secular thing with a psychological approach for creative inspiration, they don't seem to care. I told them it would be an entertainment thing. Fuck. I need to practice tarot banter. Anyone want me to pull a card for them and give a really real reading? It would be so super accurate, I promise. Off to stare at the Zombie and Housewives tarot for "truths behind the veil".

Hey @th3j35t3r I bet @Alfred could write a book of political poetry that could sell to raise CoSo funds. I kinda agree with "why would I read a book that someone didn't bother to write", but I think I'd totally read that from cover to cover.