A friend called to tell me about the gluten-free cake she’s baking and the organic bone broth she’s brewing. I said wow fab, I’m drinking whisky and looking at the moon. Because once again in my hood, there’s no electricity. Although to be honest, even … Continue reading Moody
shout out to everyone
who did a moon dance
under the Supersky
then ate three Super Spur burgers
under the Supermoon
because they were super hungry
polished off every single last chip
and smoked a foot long super cigarette
glowing in the moonshine
then danced to bed
s l o w l y
c o n n e c t e d.
When I eat Chinese food I always get a fortune cookie or two at the end. It’s not for the taste, even though I have a sweet tooth, it’s for the fortune.
Something you lost will turn up today.
You are fearless in the face of danger.
Today is the day you fall in love.
I also once got ‘you just ate the cat’ but I ignored that one.
It’s the same reason I’ve signed up for the Susan Miller horoscopes. I love them. I think they’re bullshit but I love the bullshit. They make me think ‘hmmm, this might just happen.’
Today mine told me ‘August will be a peach of a month, sweet and juicy’.
I love that.
And the truth is that August has started off badly but now I KNOW it’s going to be okay.
My horoscope said so.
I believe in Susan Miller.
She also said that I need to supply the energy and have a cheerful attitude and fuck that, if my month is going to be juicy Susan Miller, can it not just be juicy without me having to work too hard.
I’m eating a peach.
The juice is dripping down my chin.
Sweet, juicy and messy.
Exactly how August always is.