My MySpace LoveLife, My Tarot, My LoveSpace LifeFortune, Etc.

Apologies, apologies, I have been away. I fell for some dude I met on MySpace.

Well, technically I did not meet him on MySpace, nor was I willing to do so. I avoided it like the plague, the "meeting" part, because I've never met a guy online who was right for me. My picture says nothing about who I am, and I know it. Men don't know it, though. Or maybe they do. Maybe they know as much as they need to know. . .

In any case, I met this person THROUGH MySpace, and I only met him in person because my friend S recommended him, and now I'm completely confused about everything. Why, oh why, can't I have a normal, lasting relationship with someone who actually loves me? Why, Mrs. Palfrey, WHY?!?

In any case, I don't mean to talk about these things here, but I'm quite certain this man doesn't read my blogger blog. And MySpace, I've decided, is populated by people who are too young and too visual. You, my friends, like to communicate. So I said adieu to MySpace and committed blogicide. Which is something I'd never do here, at least not as long as I have Gina and Matty (two writers).

Now, do any of y'all read the tarot? Because this is my love life reading. My friend S, whose father was a tried-and-true Pagan, read them for me, but I'm not ABOUT to go spreading the word. You can, though. Please feel free.



This is me and my friend S, who has been my constant companion, and though I'm sure she'd spit in my eye for saying this, I feel like she's my much younger neice sometimes and I am the indolent wreck of an aunt, full of the best intentions & foggy wisdom, cobwebs and kindness. She's an upstart, and she does everything FASTER than I do. I am an old woman. I grow weary at night. But I do not wear granny panties. I cannot speak for S and her panties. No, we are not lesbian lovers. But if we were, it would be quite popular on The MySpace.



All righty, then, as you can see, this posting has absolutely no structure. I need to write more, and write more I shall. I am going to fight tooth and nail not only to be the best publicist the world has ever seen, but to make a new story, one with structure, perhaps about love (and please dear god do not comment any further on me and my story or you will jinx it because I simply can't discuss a work in progress or it will sink like my grandmother's brandy-soaked fruitcake).

Here's a picture of the cash register at my new favorite bar, where you see S and I in the previous photo. It's in Chinatown. I wish I had connections in Chinatown. I would love to live there.



See you later!