The Recovering Baptist just sent me an email informing me that she had a tarot reading over at Magical Journey that cost her thirty dollars and the guy was a shittier card reader than me. Oh, and it only took him fifteen minutes.
Seriously, thirty dollars for fifteen minutes.
Who knew I had any skills that someone would pay thirty dollars for fifteen minutes of?
Tiny Cat Pants 
Most intelligent people wouldn’t. I really feel I should defend myself here because it was such an enormously retarded thing to do. I had been chatting with the guy (obviously gay, I wasn’t trying to pick anybody up in Magical Journey for god’s sake) and I think I just got conned by him. I guess I felt like I’d be helping out someone who needed the work. What can I say? I’m gullible. And now I have to kill B. for telling everyone I’m a big stoop.
Hey now! Don’t be disparaging my potential market!
Tarot is big business.
BIG business.
And most of the people I know who do it lack any type of mystical whatever.
I’m not into the whole mystical, Tarot thing, but for $20 I think I would check this out first: http://tinyurl.com/3a22el
Oh, you have skills people will pay $30 for 15 minutes of, we all do. We just choose not to. ;)
Ha, Ivy, speak for yourself. Unless making an ass out of one’s self in bed is a skill, I’m not sure I have any remotely remarkable ones. I am a good smoocher, but who’s going to pay $30 for that?