Hey guys, I might be a witch.
Lately I’ve been reading up on crystals and gemstones and their benefits. I have a piece of citrine, an emerald, and a little lapis lazuli (any Gilgamesh fans?).
I carry them around as lucky charms but I also read that keeping certain ones under your pillow will help you have happier dreams when you sleep.
WELL my friends, I did not put my crystals under my pillow last night and I had some pretty fucked up dreams. One of them included sucking the toes (which nails were painted blackish-purple) of a kid I used to like a few years back. There was lots of drag queens, Goldfish crackers, rainbow escalators, and a nighttime pool party.
It sounds traumatizing but I woke up laughing so I’m hoping I haven’t completely become unhinged. Although, I’m not sure if laughing means I am crazy or just understanding of the absurdity.
Judging by the titles of my last few posts, I guess it might be the former.
In other news, I am seeing a psychic this weekend!
It was either that or a therapist and the psychic was cheaper.
And they are usually better at telling people what to do.
Me make a decision for myself? Puh! Unless it’s food or clothing, I’ll take all the advice I can get.
Or this blog. This thing is stream of consciousness. I pick a topic and wipe my ass with it and see how you darling pooptarts like it.
I’m not going to put the crystals under my pillow again tonight and see if anything else kooky happens.
Until next time my Scruvy Fully Bloateds!