||[Apr. 5th, 2001|04:18 pm]
People are being loud outside my door and normally I'd feel like killing them, but I'm just smiling and thinking, "Heh.... I'll be out of here tomorrow, maybe even tonight."|
I was about to comment in your journal last night:
"Shut up, you got the house. I have a feeling."
Because I had a feeling you got it... I guess I should have written that after all, I would have been psychic or something. Heh.
Did you call up Mistress Cleo?
They should have a poll of "Has Miss Cleo ruined YOUR life?"
I mean, listen to her commercials...
"I don't know if I should marry this man."
"I drew the King of Poop Cards. He is sleeping with your hairdresser."
"I knew it!"
Yeah. It's all bad news. Too many people "all up in yo' area!"
I think she's stoned from all the incense and stuff.
I doubt that its incense. haha.
You..you couldn't mean what I think you mean...
Not Cleo! Nooooo! She'd never--!!
Oh, my illusions have been shattered.