Stack the Deck.
I saw a beautiful transverstite at midnight.
I've always wanted to say that and it's actually true which makes it even better. Though he was tall, we're talking about well over 6'5" or something. No heels. Tall.
Speaking of tall, there were tallcakes and an apple cake too, lots of laughs and Latin for a Naro Night. So much fun. Especially considering I'm giving yet another one of her boyfriends a complex just by my very existence. There were so many words and it was a nice reminder. The psychic said someone was going to return into my life and when Lily-sama did a reading, it pretty much said something along those lines, a perky blonde, the Queen of Wands to invade my solitude. I think Naro-san is it, because really, all your boy woes are bringing us much closer together, which makes me highly happy. Well, not that you're having boy issues, but the latter. Overall, I found the reading to be fairly accurate, both of them, really.
And the psychic. Apparently, I have good energy. Which I just find amusing. Really, I'm not even going to get into all the things she said, because all those who would be interested, I've already told and I took notes while there, so I'll just skip over it by saying she basically skull-fucked me. But it left me fascinated.
A few weeks back, Lily handed me a deck of Cardcaptor Sakura tarot cards and I was really quite taken with them, both artistry and 'feel'; especially considering it was the first time I had ever actually handled a set. And the psychic's, her cards were beat to shit and you could barely make out the images on them, but I was absentmindedly gentle with them, something she found amusing. "No wonder the cards like you," she snarks, and I think, "well, that and I have good energy, according to you." I've just been thinking about them since then, and it reminds me of when I was a little kid, right after my grandmother died, a box of her things sat in our garage between the pillars that seperated the two cars. It was filled with romance novels, regular playing cards, and I remember seeing a tarot deck. My father said they had to be burned because it was bad luck otherwise, and I thought he had done as such, or at the very least got rid of them. But, it turns out they're right next to the guns I was supposed to get. He said he'll get them for me, which I find to be quite shocking. He doesn't remember talking about it, but it must have made quite an impression on me, his resistance to the idea of it. He told me today that my grandmother's original deck she burned after she predicted the death of her child and it happened. She bought another one, the one in my basement, and predicted her own stroke, not to mention her own passing (that was sans cards). If it runs in the family, at least I know I get it honest.
I don't really know where I'm going with all of this thought, other than I've just invested in a deck of my own since what my father says and what my father says can sometimes be too very different things. And, since he's the only one who knows what box they're in and I don't feel like a) digging through the basement of endless boxes and b) waiting until the middle of November, consider me impatient. That and it's almost 6AM and I can't sleep. So the only logical thing is to reserve a deck, because I'm a dumbass. Heh. Well, it's either that, or I start lamenting that while there is a beautiful da Vinci deck I eventually want to acquire, there is no van Gogh deck and I start trying to figure out what paintings would serve what cards. Make my own damn deck. There's what drove me out of bed, in case anyone was questioning.
But, yes, I adore my Lily-sama and all things of her. Just being near her is calming for me, even at times when I'm not aware that I need it, such as tonight. Congratulations, you're a remedy for my mother! That sounds ridiculously funny for some reason. And I'm not so much pissed at what happened to you as disappointed with them, I guess. Frustrated. Because I want it to make sense and I can't and I know there's nothing I can do to make it right, which leaves me feeling helpless, something I don't like when it comes to those few I adore and hold so closely. I really do make a terrible backseat driver in the car of reality. I'm just glad I at least got you to smile tonight, I feel accomplished. And I got to see a beautiful transvestite as a karma reward, perhaps? But, to get cheesy, sentimental, and cliche, regardless of what things you may run up against, know that there are those around you who not only value your presence, but are made better for it and would be at a loss without you near. I'm certainly one of those. ^_^
And I got to talk to K-senpai, so all things are beautiful and wonderful even though it is getting dangerously near 6AM and I am nowhere near sleep. If I don't crawl back into bed, I fear I'll start playing with my individual mood settings and that would take hours. Could they channel dreams? I need somewhere to funnel them, or something.
I've always wanted to say that and it's actually true which makes it even better. Though he was tall, we're talking about well over 6'5" or something. No heels. Tall.
Speaking of tall, there were tallcakes and an apple cake too, lots of laughs and Latin for a Naro Night. So much fun. Especially considering I'm giving yet another one of her boyfriends a complex just by my very existence. There were so many words and it was a nice reminder. The psychic said someone was going to return into my life and when Lily-sama did a reading, it pretty much said something along those lines, a perky blonde, the Queen of Wands to invade my solitude. I think Naro-san is it, because really, all your boy woes are bringing us much closer together, which makes me highly happy. Well, not that you're having boy issues, but the latter. Overall, I found the reading to be fairly accurate, both of them, really.
And the psychic. Apparently, I have good energy. Which I just find amusing. Really, I'm not even going to get into all the things she said, because all those who would be interested, I've already told and I took notes while there, so I'll just skip over it by saying she basically skull-fucked me. But it left me fascinated.
A few weeks back, Lily handed me a deck of Cardcaptor Sakura tarot cards and I was really quite taken with them, both artistry and 'feel'; especially considering it was the first time I had ever actually handled a set. And the psychic's, her cards were beat to shit and you could barely make out the images on them, but I was absentmindedly gentle with them, something she found amusing. "No wonder the cards like you," she snarks, and I think, "well, that and I have good energy, according to you." I've just been thinking about them since then, and it reminds me of when I was a little kid, right after my grandmother died, a box of her things sat in our garage between the pillars that seperated the two cars. It was filled with romance novels, regular playing cards, and I remember seeing a tarot deck. My father said they had to be burned because it was bad luck otherwise, and I thought he had done as such, or at the very least got rid of them. But, it turns out they're right next to the guns I was supposed to get. He said he'll get them for me, which I find to be quite shocking. He doesn't remember talking about it, but it must have made quite an impression on me, his resistance to the idea of it. He told me today that my grandmother's original deck she burned after she predicted the death of her child and it happened. She bought another one, the one in my basement, and predicted her own stroke, not to mention her own passing (that was sans cards). If it runs in the family, at least I know I get it honest.
I don't really know where I'm going with all of this thought, other than I've just invested in a deck of my own since what my father says and what my father says can sometimes be too very different things. And, since he's the only one who knows what box they're in and I don't feel like a) digging through the basement of endless boxes and b) waiting until the middle of November, consider me impatient. That and it's almost 6AM and I can't sleep. So the only logical thing is to reserve a deck, because I'm a dumbass. Heh. Well, it's either that, or I start lamenting that while there is a beautiful da Vinci deck I eventually want to acquire, there is no van Gogh deck and I start trying to figure out what paintings would serve what cards. Make my own damn deck. There's what drove me out of bed, in case anyone was questioning.
But, yes, I adore my Lily-sama and all things of her. Just being near her is calming for me, even at times when I'm not aware that I need it, such as tonight. Congratulations, you're a remedy for my mother! That sounds ridiculously funny for some reason. And I'm not so much pissed at what happened to you as disappointed with them, I guess. Frustrated. Because I want it to make sense and I can't and I know there's nothing I can do to make it right, which leaves me feeling helpless, something I don't like when it comes to those few I adore and hold so closely. I really do make a terrible backseat driver in the car of reality. I'm just glad I at least got you to smile tonight, I feel accomplished. And I got to see a beautiful transvestite as a karma reward, perhaps? But, to get cheesy, sentimental, and cliche, regardless of what things you may run up against, know that there are those around you who not only value your presence, but are made better for it and would be at a loss without you near. I'm certainly one of those. ^_^
And I got to talk to K-senpai, so all things are beautiful and wonderful even though it is getting dangerously near 6AM and I am nowhere near sleep. If I don't crawl back into bed, I fear I'll start playing with my individual mood settings and that would take hours. Could they channel dreams? I need somewhere to funnel them, or something.