Your autobiography will read like an off-brand book of Mad Libs.
Sprinting to life’s finish line
Make haste, make waves, or at least a cloud of ink.
Uh, hi, tarot blogger lady? It’s Colin. One of the ghosts? We didn’t interrupt your last post! That voice in …
The rocks are slippery. Recovery is slippery. Angels hate getting their down feathers wet.
To avoid ultimate defeat, wise Tarot readers will insist that you do something monumentally stupid upon pulling a seven.
Dear Terrible Tarot,
What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re making everything about death, even the Death card, WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT CHANGE. No one will read Tarot cards if they think it’s all disasters and [word deleted].