Saturday’s odd bits.
None of which make any sense, not that it ever bothered me.
The day started out with the familiar mantra, “Are you a musician?”
“No ma’am, I’m an astrologer.”
That settled the price:{/i>
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One more:
10 things you probably didn’t really need to know.
One less:
Scary because I didn’t realize it worked with American dollars, too.
Lights, camera, REVOLUTION!
I did three readings, in a row, and all three (four? five?) were from the “unlettered generation,” not a boomer, not an X, not a Y, folks born between 1960 and 1969. Unlettered. Unremarkable except in the fact that it’s a most remarkable generation. I tend to look at personalities from a historical – astrological – metaphorical point – and as such, the unlettered generation is poised to have some pretty big movement occurring in the next year. Especially my favorite, the ’65-’66 grouping.
Hint: even if you don’t believe in astrology – think in terms of cars… ’65 Mustang? ’62 Coupe de Ville?
