strong milk we can serve with a corn or a cup

So last weekend I went to the Third Sunday Market with my soon-to-be-roommate Geoffrey (I think his first mention deserves italics, he is a style icon), and found myself the most amazing-looking Mayan-seeming big ethnic boho necklace of all time and have been wearing it constantly for the last three days. I can report that things have been o.k. so far. I have not wiped out on my surfboard, I have not narrowly missed a darn good concussion from a big metal leaf-sclupture wall hanging thing falling on me, I have not woken in the night to find a big hairy tarantula resting comfortably under my chin while I made Peter Brady-style horror gurgles. So I think we can conclude, despite much conjecture, that the necklace is not hexed. Which is a drag, because I would have liked to meet long-dead genius Mr. Vincent Price, star of such classics as The House on Haunted Hill and The Tingler, when returning the necklace to its rightful Mayan-Tiki-Hoohah owner.

Then again, it has only been three days! MOOHOOHOOOHAAAHAAHAAHAAAAAAAA!