star-crossed slumbo

i really couldn't be more excited about a night with the csz ladies tomorrow. we are having a slumber party and doing super goofy and exciting things. molly is doing our charts, something i have never had done before, and one of stacy's pals is coming over to do tarot readings. it's no dong party, but i'll take it.

right now, i'd love for someone to tell me which end is up. i'm trying to figure it out but several turns have seemed like the wrong one.

come on, tarot!

one time when i was litts, i went to a halloween fair at the Ohio Historical Society with friends. it was neat - there were tents set up everywhere, and as dusk fell, they did this re-enactment of Ichabod Crane and the Headless HorseMo. anyway, i went to a tent where there was a fortune teller. she decided to read me my tarot cards, and the first card she flipped over was Death. as a kid, that's pretty daunting, even if it doesn't mean traditional death. i don't give a fuck.

if that's the card i get first tomorrow, i'll piss on those cards.