What a weekend it’s been, and what a weird one it will be next weekend. I went to a workshop on entertainment industry stuff, and found that maybe I oughta get my feet wet, but I really am in some dire need. I told the lady in charge that I can’t do head shots, and so on. Not in a pro studio because the professionality of it so might cost me more money than I can afford. I need professional head shots so that I can look nice. I want to do some good ones, maybe some bridal pics and stuff. I don’t know what will happen.
Kathy is fine, but Blake is saying some scary stuff. Clairvoyance, sleepwalking, slurred speech, not making any damn sense. What the hell is going on! Jennifer tested me for that. I’m saying Jennifer S. She tested me for clairvoyance last night. She’s nuts. How could I, Beth Taurasi, an ordinary person who has ordinary shit to do, have such a power? I dreamed about having such things, but no, I don’t. Clairvoyance is the weirdest thing I don’t understand. Clairvoyance is weirder than I thought, and some stuff in it is dangerous. I know for sure that Blake’s would be sister in law is probably a bad spirit, but Chad is good, and he didn’t want to go. But I can’t talk to dead people. Jennifer says I probably do, and I thought she heard shit last night. Holy God. Oh God. Hep! … Can’t think right now.