I am proud to say I've held on to the optimism that cool, crazy, shit still exists.
I’ve always wanted a tarot card reading, but not out of some deep desire to know what the future holds.
This book "Sextrology" will freak you out. Or at least it did me. Here's what it says about YOUR sign.
I was single and sick of it when I asked a friend's Wiccan mom-in-law to do a love ritual for me. No one was more surprised than me when I met someone a couple weeks later.
What I didn’t know then was that 23 years later, Norman’s actions would lead me to a felony charge, a prison sentence and a lifetime of paying off debt. Let mine be the cautionary tale that keeps you from making the same mistakes.
I read the emails you send me. Oh boy, do I.
Is there something in the air? My dreams have been nuts lately. You?
I am a believer in a bunch of hippie-dippie hullaballoo, and following a few general mantras has helped me shelve my bitch face and improve my life overall.
Friends, I have drunk the green Kool-Aid. No, not Ecto-Cooler. That's good, too, though.
Bikini shopping is soul destroying. LET'S ALL BECOME NATURISTS INSTEAD!
Here I am, three years into a relationship with The Boyfriend, being totally unaware about his sign, or his moons, or his elements, or any of that stuff.
When you send the energy of your intentions into the universe, this manifests those intentions into reality, or the universe manifests your desires into part of its grand plan. The specifics are kind of sketchy.
Let me save you the embarrassment of purchasing the Louise Hay "affirmation" app on your iPhone. You're welcome!