jueves, 20 de junio de 2013

Jazz Age Party Part Dos

I've never been able to resist a tarot reader (aka: psychic, bullshitter, clairvoyant, palm reader, crystal ball gazer, etc). Life is full of surprises and there's nothing like taking one day at a time blah blah blah, but the fact that someone can give me a little something about the future provides me with a great deal of comfort. Who doesn't want to hear a "you'll be rich" or "you'll travel a lot" prediction every once and then? I've been told this same crap so many times that I'm about to think that my "predicters" are failing to tell me that it won't happen on this life but probably when I re-incarnate as a flea on a flea circus traveling around the world in the back of a monkey. 
Last Saturday I spotted this lovely lady from far away. She was not palm reading anybody, but her turban came with super prophet powers, or at least that's what I thought. I approached her and asked her to read my palm. She told me that she was trying to nail the grandma look and not the psychic look, but that she'll use her best future-telling-skills if it meant that I was going to leave her alone.  This time the future seemed a lot more brighter than before as she told me that I was going to have five husbands and that the last one was going to take away my money (I'm assuming the money we keep talking about will be provided to me via husband #1, 2, 3, or 4 -5 will be the crook- since the only valuables  I currently have are my four-legged beasts and a couple of MiuMiu's). 
Can't wait for the future! Future, here I come!

All pictures by  CoCo