Hey Darling Ones,
Over the weekend I watched not one but two docuseries on the Twin Flames cult. One on Netflix and the other on Amazon Prime. Both fascinating.
I love documentaries about cults and con artists, which if you think about it are kind of the same thing.
If you don’t know about the Twin Flames Universe it’s a pyramid scheme/religion run by two jokers who claim to know who your twin flame is, which is like a soulmate on steroids and for some number of dollars they guarantee they will hook you up with your twin flame. Then you will live happily ever after boning and being rich and happy.
Of course, it’s complete bullshit and sadly, vulnerable people fall for it.
Even though I don’t believe there’s one soulmate for each person, I did spend a lot of time thinking about my twin flames. Here’s a short list.
- Matt Dillon. Probably.
- Fergus. When she curls up on my chest and her head nestled underneath my chin? I turn into a pile of goo.
- Leslie Jones I spent parts of the weekend when I wasn’t watching Twin Flames listening to her memoir, and now my inner voice is Leslie Jones’s voice. I call everybody a motherfucker. For example, while I watched the Twin flame shows I kept saying to Fergus, “Who in hell would follow the word of that Pete Campbell looking motherfucker?”
- My eye doctor. He is a petite Filipino man who I’ve been going to for years. I saw him last week, and he was so pumped about how much better my vision (20/20 s 20/40) is going to be with my new glasses (which should be here in 7 to 10 business days). Plus, he was all, “you should put new lenses in those frames, because they really suit your face.”
- Pickled red onions. I just made my fourth pint of pickled red onions in the last three months. For Christmas I got a mandoline and some new jars that are a little easier for my hands to handle, so I’m gonna pickle everything this winter.
- Harry Connick, Jr. circa 1990-1993. I’m revisiting my Harry Connick phase. I cannot get enough of his version of Lazybones. I listen to it every night before I go to sleep because I am ridiculous.
Will all you Darling One ones cross your fingers that this is the last blurry-ass update?Hopefully the next update I’ll be able to see clearly and this will help my writing again and I can get work because your girl is broke.
Love, Jodi.