dammit it was supposed to be a blog!!!
i'd like to enlist your help, my myspace brethren. As i may or may not have revealed to you on a personal basis, I am psychic. It revealed itself in a direct fashion seven or eight years ago, but has since proven to be either very accurate, somewhat vague, or totally incorrect. During the very accurate times, i have come to rely on it, during the somewhat vague times, i mold it to my current desires, and the totally incorrect times, well, your guess is as good as mine. The problem is, the really accurate times are infallible, to the point of being uncanny. The somewhat vague times feel, in a way, receptive to my interference. The totally incorrect times happen when I'm feeling so vulnerable that my innefectualness (sic?) seems to eradicate my psychic abilities. So, my question is: what do you do when your feeling a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll (read metaphor described above), and the aforementioned psychic abilities promise something you're pretty sure you DONT WANT?
