I'm bored ... and PSYCHIC!! :D
Jul. 16th, 2004 09:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Have you ever wondered what your life will be like in 10, 20, xx years? I can tell you. You might ask why I've never revealed my psychic powers before ... it's because I'm so blindingly accurate that it's kind of scary. But if you think you can take it, I can dish it.
How do I do this, you ask. Well, obviously, with my psychic powers. (And also with a little bit of help from you and that beloved junior high school game, MASH.)
This is how we play...
1) Pick a word, any word, and tell me what it is.
2) Pick 4 members of the opposite sex (or same sex, whatever your sexual preference might be, or mix it up!) -- at least one must be someone you find yucky. Can be celebrities or whatever ... hell, even pick characters if you want.
3) Pick 4 animals.
4) Pick 4 vehicles (at least one must be crappy)
5) Pick 4 occupations (at least one must suxors)
6) Pick 4 people you know (doesn't matter what sex; at least one must be someone you don't like)
7) Pick 4 locations (at least one must be undesirable)
8) Choose 4 numbers
Either comment w/ the above or email me if you're shy. Then I'll commune with the supernatural world and tell you your future. (If you prefer for it to remain private, tell me. Otherwise the whole world's gonna see.)
Edit: Of course, five minutes after I posted this, a pile of crap fell on my head. I have managed to dig myself out.
The word: abstinence
1. Saunders, Draco Malfoy, Tom Felton, Philip Seymour Hoffman
2. dog, dragon, hamster, cat
3. Rolls Royce, Nissan Maxima, MR2 Spyder, Pinto
4. writer, actress, doctor, telemarketer
5. Trix, Robbie, Emily, Jennie
6. Los Angeles, Calif., London, England, New York, New York, Iraq
7. 4, 8, 25, 6
I will apparently be living in shameful glory with my boy-husband Tom Felton in a house near my friend Emily. We are situated in Los Angeles. (Clearly I wear the pants in the family, since I've made him move all the way from England to a place where he probably won't get to fish.) We have six children and a cat, which I had to concede to because I called the shots everywhere else. I'm a writer (probably author of bestselling books titled "How to Dodge Pedophilia Charges and Marry the Boy You Love") and we travel around in a Rolls Royce, because we're pretentious that way.
How do I do this, you ask. Well, obviously, with my psychic powers. (And also with a little bit of help from you and that beloved junior high school game, MASH.)
This is how we play...
1) Pick a word, any word, and tell me what it is.
2) Pick 4 members of the opposite sex (or same sex, whatever your sexual preference might be, or mix it up!) -- at least one must be someone you find yucky. Can be celebrities or whatever ... hell, even pick characters if you want.
3) Pick 4 animals.
4) Pick 4 vehicles (at least one must be crappy)
5) Pick 4 occupations (at least one must suxors)
6) Pick 4 people you know (doesn't matter what sex; at least one must be someone you don't like)
7) Pick 4 locations (at least one must be undesirable)
8) Choose 4 numbers
Either comment w/ the above or email me if you're shy. Then I'll commune with the supernatural world and tell you your future. (If you prefer for it to remain private, tell me. Otherwise the whole world's gonna see.)
Edit: Of course, five minutes after I posted this, a pile of crap fell on my head. I have managed to dig myself out.
The word: abstinence
1. Saunders, Draco Malfoy, Tom Felton, Philip Seymour Hoffman
2. dog, dragon, hamster, cat
3. Rolls Royce, Nissan Maxima, MR2 Spyder, Pinto
4. writer, actress, doctor, telemarketer
5. Trix, Robbie, Emily, Jennie
6. Los Angeles, Calif., London, England, New York, New York, Iraq
7. 4, 8, 25, 6
I will apparently be living in shameful glory with my boy-husband Tom Felton in a house near my friend Emily. We are situated in Los Angeles. (Clearly I wear the pants in the family, since I've made him move all the way from England to a place where he probably won't get to fish.) We have six children and a cat, which I had to concede to because I called the shots everywhere else. I'm a writer (probably author of bestselling books titled "How to Dodge Pedophilia Charges and Marry the Boy You Love") and we travel around in a Rolls Royce, because we're pretentious that way.
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Date: 2004-07-17 03:24 am (UTC)Anyhoo ... oh DEAR.
Ohdearohdearohdear ... suddenly I feel like Trelawney, predicting doom and such. Eeeee!
I am very sorry to inform you that you will be living in a shack in Libya with your three children. The only saving grace, perhaps, is that you will be married to Harry Potter, who no doubt dragged you there for humanitarian purposes. That or he's totally off his rocker. You are a maid, and you get to work in your El Dorado. Occasionally you get a visit from Jenny, but it's really your ferret that you turn to for comfort.
(I think this is Fate's way of telling you to stick with the cute kids, husband, and life you've already got. <g>)
*gasp* She's a fake!
Date: 2004-07-17 03:40 am (UTC)I'd be impressed with your "gifts" if it was fifteen years ago. Either you or your crystal ball is cracked. :P