At the BlogHer10 conference in August, I had my fortune told one night by a sassy-looking lady with an I Dream of Jeannie pony-tail who was sitting at a pink old-style typewriter. She would ask the name of the person at the front of the line, peer into her eyes and then furiously type just a few lines, haiku-ish. She’d rip off 2 inches of paper, sign and and slap a sticker on it.
I learned that the fortune-teller was the hilarious Jenny, The Bloggess.
Here’s what she said after taking a sip of her pink drink and gazing into my eyes. I think her words are a good way to usher in my new bloggy digs.
full of genuine awesomeness.
Thanks, Jenny. I’ve been told I’m full of many substances, but your version is one of my favorites.