This Is Weird.

Okay, so there's this free magazine in Seattle called the Stranger and it comes out every Thursday with stuff for the weekend and good music and listings of all kinds of things like food and theater and crazy ass things like that. Well, it also has a little horoscope section and for those of you who know me well, you know I love a little horoscope action (though as a disclaimer, I never really believe them, they just humor me). Because of this, I have to share with you my horoscope for this week (March 2 - 9):

"To celebrate this royal phase of your astrological cycle, I would love to create a “Master of the Universe” crown for you to wear, at least in your imagination. Since I’d like it to conform to your exact needs and specifications, I’m soliciting your input. Please visualize in great detail the kind of regal headpiece you want, then communicate a vision of it to me telepathically. When it’s done, I will set it on your head in a dream, and ask you to not take it off for five days and five nights."

Is that not the weirdest thing EVER? I know. It's bizarre, but I like it. So, as of right now, you can all begin calling me the "Master of the Universe." How about that?

Love you all.

Master of the Universe. (Or Mistress, rather.)