I can’t seem to focus on anything lately. Holidays, travel to S.C. to see my neice get wed, business, writing fiction, daily chores, it doesn’t seem to matter. I get started and then lose focus and start something else and something else and something else and then find myself in the middle of what I’d started way back when and can’t remember where I left off and have to start at the beginning.
What was the point of that? Not sure. I was blogging and the phone rang and now I can’t remember where I was going with the above paragraph.
I happened to see the lovely Juliet and a friend of hers at N.H. Starbucks today and we talked briefly about astrology and such. Just to prove that astrology (and such) is crap, I’m going to try to be a prophet and seer of the future with no talent and no experience at prophecy.
You will meet someone who is taller than you. Likely a man, since tall, but perhaps a woman. This person will tell you something you don’t want to hear. It will annoy and irritate you. You will be on the verge of anger and near a rage, but you will hold back. After that, a series of events will seem to flow from that exchange as small and ordinary events that ordinarily would not bother you will annoy the hell out of you. The traffic will irritate you, clerks merely doing their jobs will annoy you, just the everyday-ness of life will irritate you. You will snap at someone who is completely innocent and only regret that sharp remark later, when it’s too late to apologize.
There you go. Instant prophecy. Anyone who has this happen to them in the next REST OF YOUR LIFE be sure and write in to see if I have “the gift.”
Uh OH. Another prophecy. I can feel the light.
Someone you care about deeply, perhaps love, will disappoint you and cause a brief rift in the relationship. You will be able to forgive, but you will not be able to forget about it.
Oh MY! Once this gets started, it doesn’t just stop. Here’s another one:
An unexpected event will bring you great pleasure.
For a negotiated fee, I will also read your star chart, gaze deeply at your palms and/or read the bumps on your head. In God we trust, all others pay cash.
Look for these events in your lives, my prettys. These are predictions for just those who read this blog and NO OTHERS.
I always wanted to call the Psychic Hotline, and when they asked “Who am I talking to?” I’d say:
“You tell me, Kreskin—-you’re the psychic.”
Here’s my predictions:
You will meet a man with a goatee. He will smile and greet you, then ask if he can borrow a dollar for a cup of coffee. Then he will say, “As long as I’m borrowing, can you make it twenty?”
His name is John X. Open your wallet to him. He is your friend.
OMG! How did you know? You are so right on. I know you were prophesying only to me because that is so my entire life. OMFG.