"The Tower card suggests that your alter ego today is the Survivor, whose superpower for revolution lies in your epiphany for change, brought on with the aid of a serious reality check. Today you have reached a turning point. It may be all over but the crying -- but you have the strength to move on and create a better situation for yourself. One may say that you never saw it coming or learned the hard way, but with profound change comes new opportunity. One door closes -- another opens. So tear down the wall, and rebuild anew!" In other words: you will lose everything, every fucking dime and teaspoon, but find the pair of hoop earrings you lost in college. Your face is falling but not so fast that it can be detected by overnight time lapse photography...rejoice, for you are not worm food yet, but a rather splayed yet vertical person who rarely has an occasion for shoes. Debbils will very likely dance and sing as the door to Bitch Hell swings wide for you. Don't make any long-term plans, just dig the free fall. We'll be letting you know if it's going to end badly by sending the Death card to your email inbox within the next seven days, babe.
5 comments:
These are great.
these are very good! Suzanne gets her humour on! love it!
Ha! And again I say Ha!
Finnamone: a chemical compound that causes arousal, laughter and tears.
hahhaahahahhaaahh oh my god! this is bizarre. i feel like i'm on live feed to my own life. people i KNOW are here.
i don;t know how real bloggers survive, just laying their life open like a murphy bed -- i imagine they must need leave their homes in a different disguise every day.
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