It's 1:39 am on a Saturday and I'm not typing this because I had some awesome night. I'm typing it because I'm about 98% sure I'm about to die....seriously. Just when I was about to push this:
My old friend/bandmate contacted me on facebook. If there was ever an angel in heaven, it's her. Not only a kick ass drummer, she is a superstar EMT. (wait, are you a paramedic Cyn? Sorry) After we went through my physical symptoms she reassured me nothing was likely wrong with me rather I might be connected to something or someone much bigger/dead....like ghosts and shit. So, I started to talking to my Dad.
I'm much more interested in this theory. Regardless of whether or not it's accurate, it immediately calmed me down.
What a relief it would be to just understand I'm just the next Long Island Medium and not a nutter butter.
Now, who wants a reading?!
Let's do this.
Love,
Katie
p.s. Seriously Cyn, thank you so much for your compassion, expertise and input in my time of need
What a relief it would be to just understand I'm just the next Long Island Medium and not a nutter butter.
Now, who wants a reading?!
Let's do this.
Love,
Katie
p.s. Seriously Cyn, thank you so much for your compassion, expertise and input in my time of need
