It's late right? You're finally sitting down after a long day dealing with the money pit. You miss me. You're expecting a lot out of me. I'm fearful my last post won't be up to snuff. It's not funny. You thought I was going to reveal lots of my quirky, annoying, pesky habits, right? Not so much. Cause I'm totally normal, girl. You of all people should know that. I'm not picky about food. I don't space out when the slightest bit bored. I don't refuse to practice if I don't like the music. There is nothing bizarre or irritating about me at all. I will drive OR be cheese bitch. I will teach or be taught. I will drink coffee or tea, okay that's a lie, I'm straight up coffee it's just I like things in three's. I had no choice.
So after we spoke I thought to myself, "What would Manorama think of Kirstens predicament?" Would she have any words of wisdom for her? Would a shamanic healer be her answer? It would be Googi's, that I am sure of. If not that, perhaps when Lisa gets back from Italy we could all come over and have a seance, we could go buy a Ouija (that kind of sounds like Googi, I think I might be on to something) board and ask it to make the stupid workman and lame ass painters and unfit contractors to never darken your doorstep again. While we're at it we could ask if it could possibly see it's way clear to make us do flawless jump backs, have our feet touch our head in scorpion and may all our splits be perfect. Can Ouija or Googi grant those, or do we need a genie for that? If so, maybe that's what we should get..... Just throwing it out there.
Om Na Toys'r'us ~Fairy Godmother