The Shattered Prayer

The other day I made this very short post to let people know I’d be working on the blog and its appearance might be less than perfect for a while. (IE users needn’t have worried about that post, it always look less than perfect on IE, however, I did manage to finally get almost everything IE compliant). For some reason that minute little warning spawned more comments than even the Mojito of the Undead. R the P had to comment on the dandruff on the site, and J the O got a little hysterical at first. He even sent me occasional screenshots in the mail saying, ‘did you know your site’s fucked up?’. Yes J, I know.

So, no need to comment further on the non-post. This site is as IE compliant as its gonna get and I’m not going to fuck with it for a long time.

I revealed a deep dark secret to J the O today, and realised that perhaps its time to get this terrible sin off my chest so I’m making a confession. I used to date a woman who loved unicorns, collected hummel figurines, and listened to the Carpenters.

Whew, that was hard, but now that I’ve unloaded this terrible burden from my psyche, I feel much better.

I suppose the first time she put on a Carpenters album and sang along to ‘On top of the World’ I should have headed for the hills, but I can be stubborn sometimes. I was sure there were some redeeming qualities beneath that unicorn tattoo. I was wrong.

I’ve been napping a lot today. Sometimes I tend to absorb energy from my tarot clients and I think yesterday I over-absorbed. I’ve been doing some cleansing and grounding rituals between napping. I’m feeling better now and will be back on top of readings tomorrow.

I still want some pie. Pie has been on my mind a lot ever since I made the Let them eat cake post. You know what I’d love right now? (and it doesn’t even involve a blender). One of the fried apple turnovers that my mother used to make. They were unforgivably huge, not like those dinky ones from McDonalds, and she made them with fresh apples and lots of sugar and cinnamon, then wrapped it in dough and fried them in a big iron skillet then rolled them in more cinnamon and sugar. They were like huge lard & sugar pies. No nutritional value whatsoever.

Mmmmm… pie.

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