Psychic Landlord

Ok, so she isn’t technically my landlord, she’s the property manager, but Psychic Property Manager doesn’t have a very good ring to it.  But she does live one door down (about 4 feet) and she is psychic. Yesterday, I got a job. I texted her almost immediately because she reviewed my charts a week or so ago and informed that there was no way that I couldn’t get a job because my aspects were too good with work and to text her every time I got a job. Yesterday was text #2.

One of the first things she told me was that I’d be making more money soon, and so now I am. She also told me I’d have visitors, and I have.  She told me that I’ll be doing just fine in work, and I have been.  April is supposed to be bad for dating, not in the sense that there won’t be anyone, but that they’ll be scum bags, while May is supposed to be full of keepers.

Apparently I have been conflicted for about 6 years, but that will clear up by the end of the year.

Last night I parked my car in the illegal drive way, because I was just going to run upstairs, grab my gym stuff, and burn some cals. I had an upset stomach, so I figured I’d lay down for ten minutes. Four hours later, my doorbell rang. I shot up and answered the door. Psychic Landlord asked me if that was my car in the driveway. Yep, I passed out. Then her two poodles attacked my apartment. Have I mentioned almost everything in my apartment is stark white? My bed, sheets, couch, pillows. Mini little dog paws stampeding about, up and on, over and under everything. Yaaaayyy. Oh well.

I’m due for another chart reading soon, I will keep you posted on what is supposed to happen… and when it happens!