past rantings

the stars say...

September 2, 2000: my friend, Joey, and I drove 45 minutes to North County to see Judy, a psychic. I wouldn't call her a mystical woman, but she had quite a presence (read: big) and she was wise (read: old). She was actually very charming and she told our fortunes one by one in an adorable pink room. You can't begrudge anyone who tells fortunes in a pink room. So here is what she told me and what I base each and every decision on now:

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