6/9/2026

i got drunk at a viking festival and paid someone to read my runes.

i know stuff like that is a farce. i once paid an incredibly sweet and genuinely kind woman to read tea leaves. also while drunk. i do a lot of stupid and illogical things while drunk. it was supposed to be a 30 minute session. it lasted 3 hours. she told me that i was a lemurian princess in one past life and a worshiper of some japanese goddest in another. and while i do believe in past lives, i'm not too keen on lemur princesses and goddesses.

but i got my runes read. 3 for $15. i asked the runes why i was struggling so much with my writing.

what did the runes say? i was stuck because i'm doing it for the wrong reasons.

motherfucker.

the runes were right. i became obsessed with the idea of making content rather than being creative. imagine the feeling of being called out by archaic little symbols written on slices of wood in sharpie.

in my struggles with religion, now i'm starting to second guess my stance on gods and dieties, because the runes were a bit too correct.

if by some miracle i do end up feeling the call of a godhead, i hope it's a goddess. i'm truly sick of men in power, and that includes men in the sky.