30 July
So I called Wonder Boy again.
This time the message was slightly less pre-teen, but he still hasn't called back! And I threatened to sell the shoes on the street for $5!
I was at work thinking about my birthday coming up just as I entered an invoice for $33 due on 23rd August. And on my very own little birthday coming up on the 23rd August, I will be 33!
Okay, so it was kind of a boring day at work, but I did think that it was a pretty neat co-incidence.
Every single day when I go to lunch I pass by this woman, this psychic, handing out flyers. Every single day I walk by her twice (yesterday it was four times, as I had forgotten to go to the bank) and I walk on the absolute edge of the sidewalk, almost balancing on it like a tightrope, and every single day she comes right up to me and says in her whiny little voice "Special readings, ten dollars", and follows me down the street for a few steps.
Clearly she's not a very good psychic if she hasn't figured out yet that I don't want a goddamn reading!
Do you know how many readers I had Monday? 149! One hundred and forty nine people, and not one of them could tell me how to analyse my astrological chart!
Buncha useless bastards...grumblegrumblegrumble...
Speaking of horoscopes, though, I was remembering yesterday morning about the last time I had my chart done and my friend who did it said that when I was 36 years old I'd have everything I wanted--home, family, career, money, etc. Not rich as houses, but comfortable.
When I had the reading done I was 22, and I remember going, "Thirty-six? I have to wait until I'm thirty-six???!!! I'll be practically dead then!!
And when I remembered this (haven't thought of it in years) I was very relieved. Only three years and a month to go!
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