Eric and I have been debating the merits of randomly generated fortunes lately. He likes to use the I Ching online to receive guidance from above. I used to use the dictionary.com word of the day. But that one hasn't been speaking to me as clearly as it used to (today's word is Pejorative), so I've decided to switch. My new fortune teller is my ipod. Put it on shuffle in times of doubt and whatever song it chooses is the message that the universe thinks you need to hear.
So my fortune for this morning is Sugar the Pill by Bettie Serveert:
Isn't it swell,
we've got our own dark horse ride.
And lean on this smell,
and let the whole darn thing slide.
Get down on the sofa with a six-pack,
let 'm take the years back,
until the day has dawned.
Deciding who will take the blame
for every kid that went insane.
Sugar the pill
it doesn't matter, take a long shot,
someone always will.
Isn't this great,
we played it off the cuff.
What an escape,
before it got to rough.
Now put it in the cupboard for a short nap.
Don't let your mind snap,
just le the daze roll on.
Deciding who will take the blame
for every cloud that ever rained.
And sugar the pill,
it doesn't matter if you take a long shot.
Slipsliding into a summer rot.
Never really give a damn
for the have and have not.
And sugar the pill,
it doesn't matter if you take a long shot.
Surviving is an awful lot.
Self sufficient colour-deaf
never find the right spot.
Frankly, Universe, I'm stumped.
