i've been going to psychics, and while the photographs are crap (a huge orange candle, huge red curtains made of carpet) their statements are not. i don't know what it means (it doesn't) but i'm fanning the fires and taking notes and drawing my life lines in with marker and photographing that/it/me. this woman is stationed in santa cruz, california. tater and i came here a few days before the wedding. i can't remember what my fortune said; it never matters, does it.
