I had a tarot card reading done this morning. I was way overdue.
This lady I believe I shall stick with. No bullshit, five card spread, doesn't tax herself by trying to predict my future, excellent advice, $15 cheaper than the usual $35 norm for most tarot readers. Her name is Laura. She works Jenkintown, so I can see her more often.
But anyway..the reading itself. Interesting how she can put five cards on a table and suddenly theres this picture of my life..including a portrayal of H2. Goddamn..of course the source of all evil in my body is that wide-eyed innocent child once again taking over and trying to imitate me again..its always her, always trying to protect people, unable to lie...sounds like a good person, but shes often a weak fool that can't survive the tangled shit I've gotten myself into, let alone manage it and solve it. Her card..goddamn..it was one pretty card. The tarot reader said that card meant that I had to stop looking at my problems and relationships with innocent childish eyes. The picture on the card was a girl about my age, blonde hair, standing on the edge of the ocean, holding a chalice with a starfish that got caught in it when she was getting water from the waves. She's staring at it in the manner of (as Laura put it) oo, look, how shiny. She said that is how part of me is viewing this relationship. Foolishly.
Indeed..indeed and it needs to stop. Not the relationship of course. I love sam. But I have to retain my brain and keep that child silent or my jig is up and everything goes to shit. The Page of Cups, thou dost mock me..
So the upshot is, I gotta pick a direction and run it. I gotta stop sitting idly with the puppet strings in my lap. I have to be one person, not two. And..i gotta be me. Not the Page of Cups.
Senseless New Age babble. But hey, its my blog ^_^.
So I got to spend an excellent day with sam the other day. You know, I think it was my first real "date". We went to the art museum and south street. We were making out in the video room in the art museum :-D Dark, quiet, padded walls..
We also took a tour of damn near every sex store on south street. Sam bought a bunch of crap. I desired a bunch of crap, but unfortunately it didn't come in my size :-O. I walked out of one store yelling "WHY DOES YOUR STORE HATE D CUPS!?!?". it was pretty funny. Sam responded that he didn't mind D cups :) I adore him. We went into an S&M store. They had me try on a helmet. Sam says he's not into pain. He prefers feathers and cute fluffy things. I have an extremely prominent sadistic streak but hey, rabbits DO get alot of action..
man, I'm sick. They did have this nine-tailed purple and black lace etched whip that according to the bare-chested-leather-pantsed clerk "stings alot" :-9. Hmm..maybe I can get sam to reconsider..
I intend on springing for a corset over there at some point. They were the only store carrying my size.
Alright, that is enough. God, the poor people who read this *shakes head* I love you guys, but I swear to god you do NOT need to put up with me.
So I ended the day with a fluffy pink dress, rainbow over-the-knee socks and peace earrings. Sam ended the day with vibrating rubber duckie for his friend lauren, penis balloons, and bananna flavored penis candy shapes. He bought other stuff too methinks. But I'll probably not see it until lat-HANNAH SHUT THE FUCK UP!
All for now. I love-a-my sammy.
I didn't think of spencer today. I don't know who the hell he is.

"I saw mashed potatoes on a plate and the profile looked just like you."-Several places. The point is that its a good line to use on random people in bookstores.

Flame on! Okay, had to edit this because it double-postied and messed things up.
Reading for Rascals is going to kick ass.
Hi Nate!
...also...
what the hell have I been doing? Being merry. Running around like a lunatic in pursuit of organizing and having everything prepared for this reading program by 1:30 wednesday. The three little pigs musical..goddamn that Joe Pettine is one hell of a genius. My dude will be playing the part of the third pig (pretty pig) so those involved in RFR will be meeting (and not beating..he's not a pedaphile I swear to god) him.
I'm pretty sure he's reading this even if theres no comment
I LOVE YOU SAM! BAHAHAHAHA whee.
We make people vomit. It's fun.
4th of july was excellent. Lit sparklers, cologne, and leather protector on fire with Molly and Joe(y). Good stuff. At noon today the cast of Huff and Puff (three little pigs musical, eheh) met at steak and hoagie factory to discuss things. Took the script home, typed it, found out I didn't have to go to work, went to Hooters with Jennie, Sam, Joe, Seamus, Chris, and Brian instead. Sam tasted like beer. I think I like beer now. And turkish tobacco. What have I become, guys?
Anyway, Hooters was fun. I would be the only straight girl at the table, so I had fun playing "confuse the waitress" as opposed to "stare at the waitress".
"Okay...are these wings owl wings, or what?"*looks confusedly at menu*
ehee..But they were the best wings I've ever eaten. And I mean it. Wow. I wish Hooters delivered wings to my doorstep daily..mmmm..
So then we went back to Seamus's. Chris and Brian left. I was served tea. "if you don't like earl grey, fuck off". Seamus is a wonderful man. But anyway, we rehearsed on his porch. Then Sam, Jared (sudden addition) and Jennie left. Seamus, Joe and I watched the best of AMP TV announcements and an awesome film called conti-nuity that Seamus directed starring Micah Edwards. effin awesome. I didn't know it was Brian Caine in that time traveling suit, but I recognized his legs..pretty out, neh?
Life is a'ight.
BUT WHY CAN'T YOU EAT BERRIES LIKE THE NORMAL FUCKING BEARS?
"Some things are better faster. Like running."-Me. Ow.