Comments | themindphone: In which the psychic and I have VERY different visions of my future

themindphone

In which the psychic and I have VERY different visions of my future

Aug 28, 2006 01:03

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We had about an hour before my bus left. It was raining. 'Palm Readings' the neon sign beckoned from beneath a dripping awning. Margaret and I paused, glancing sideways at one another. "Should we--?" she began, her grin growing wider with mischevious glee and matching my own.
"Oh yeah," I replied.

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tiffygrl August 29 2006, 00:35:54 UTC

Hmmm...perhaps in your marine biology career you will encounter an adventure so huge that you will have to write a book about it (a ficionalized version, of course, so that you can, indeed, be eaten by a shark). Said book will top the best seller list for several weeks, and possibly even win you an award or something. All while you continue your success as a marine biologist. Perhaps that is what she meant by being successful in "The Arts" or whatever.

I LIKE your thinking themindphone August 29 2006, 01:47:37 UTC

And then I can turn it into a pirate story too...

Ooh, ooh, or maybe I can be like that grizzly bear man--the one who did the documentary and then got eaten in the end.

Yes! A pirate story! tiffygrl August 29 2006, 02:25:46 UTC

Pirates always make a story better. And then, when your book gets made into a movie, Johnny Depp can play the lead, because after Jack Sparrow, it's obvious that there can't be enough Johnny Depp pirate movies. Obviously.

And it's no surprise that you like my way of thinking. My way of thinking is a far more advanced way than most humans. Okay, so it's really not, but it makes me sound cooler than I really am.

itwaswacky August 29 2006, 04:50:52 UTC

She is the palm reader with a crystal ball, and she had to ask what you do in the arts? Shouldn't she know already?

Wouldn't that be funny. Mom, Dad, I know we spend a lot of money on my education, plus all that money on scuba gear, so I could study the sea. Well, I've thought it over, I've decided to be a model. Not just any model, I'm going to perfect the heroin look, with bruised arms, and scratched up knuckels, and you'll be able to see my ribs. Or maybe I'll be the next coked out model, and some huge fashion designer will kick me off their campaign, hmm . . maybe it will be Gucci or Versace, I don't know. Kate Moss better look out.