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...Levey opened up to the crowd, declaring, “I’m neurotic about everything.” She talked about how she went to a psychic (which is, like, the biggest coinkydink ever, because FM did too! See page 18). “I got my tarot cards read,” she said. “I was like, alright, psychic, tell me about my future. She was like, I can go into this love thing, and I was like, no, all I care about is success.” Lest this make Levey seem freakishly...
Psychic Mary paused to close her eyes, pass her hands over the tarot cards and caress her golden rocks. “I see that you will get back together with someone that you had a long, rocky relationship with.” Frances thinks. Who could that have been? JP? Josh Simon? She ponders her long, tortured past of Crimson relationships. “You will have multiple residences and you will have to do a lot of stress management with your husband, I picture you getting married very soon, right after college.” She continues...
...that the fact that she knew I worked on a magazine gave her the “writer” part, while the wrinkled and shockingly ketchup-stained state of my clothes indicated “freelance.” It was apparently the tarot cards that suggested wild elephants. But the cards were not finished! “Falls to the floor, comes to the door,” Mary said when I dropped one of them. It indicated that I would be involved in government work. “You’ll need a special pass...
...immediately present a contradiction to Mystic Mary. After examining the ten tarot cards I flipped over and then holding my hands for a while and closing her eyes, Mary concludes that she “hears” a nervous temperament, but she doesn’t “feel” it. I think the feeling was in the hand-holding, and the hearing in the tarot cards (which, unless operating on an audial spectrum that can only be heard by psychics and maybe dogs, were to the best of my knowledge silent). But I can?...
...just have to improvise. The first thought that comes to mind is buying some of the creams and potions that regularly appear on the last few pages of every Glamour, but ordering a product featured fewer than two inches away from Ms. Cleo’s Tarot Card Reading is just too sketchy. In the still readable section of Glamour, there is an ad for the “all-natural” Bloussant that caught my eye. Miss “no-I-don’t-have-a-face-just-all-natural-copious-cleavage” has opened...