This is probably, like, the best photo I've EVER taken of Mira, or something:
This is either the face of eternal beauty, or a mummy. I'll let you be the judge:
If you ever want to see a psychic, I suggest this one. For one thing it was free, and for another she's a quadruplet. Also she freaked me right the fuck out by knowing Simon's name, my grandmother's name, that Laura's afraid to fly, describing Mike perfectly, knowing Laura is in "some sort of medical training" (like nursing school), knowing I "work with books somehow" (like I have a library degree and work in a bookstore), knowing our family's practically all boys, and a whole lot else. It was CRAZY, yo.
It's not often that you see fear and disgust so neatly mingled on my sister's face, but this chick was SERIOUSLY creepy.
You wanna see me drunk? I live to oblige:
I think it's great that the girl was wearing a sweatshirt that labeled her species.
ReplyDeleteI don't think there would have been any confusion, but still... It eliminates any confusion.
what's up with the lobster red skin on the psychic?
ReplyDeleteOh and I can only imageine what gems came out of your mouth in that last picture!
:-)
how do we contact the psychic - or do we just wait for her to get in touch with us? hee hee
ReplyDeleteJust look at the smiles on those two. Yeah, they're too adorable to stand. You make a cute drunk, though ;)
ReplyDeleteI hate psychics! Either they're completely wrong or they're so right that they tell me shit I don't want to hear. I avoid them like the plague, even if they're free.
Oh my gosh, I have to read your blogs more often. When and how and why did you get that extreme close up picture of me?!?! Thats really frighteningly close. That was a fun night though!
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