The Last Day of Summer

I went to New Orleans for New Year's 2019. It was fantastic, with a vibrant night life and extremely fatty foods. The beignets were my favourite. The company was also lovely; I went with Jordan, his cousin(my cousin-in-law), and her boyfriend. They are really fun, and we always have a great time with them. We went on a ghost tour which was fascinating as well as thoroughly disturbing. It was so strange to look at home where murders, suicides, and torture took place. Yuck! I was intrigued by the voodoo scene, and so I went to see a fortune teller at a voodoo place. The fortune teller told me that I am a writer. She said that I should be writing, and that I would be able to support my children that way. Apparently I am going to have 2 or 3 children, she couldn't be sure. I am going to live to the ripe old age of 89 or 90. I used to write a lot. I wrote blogs, poetry, journal entries, and assignments for school. It is true that I do not write so much anymore. I still write ...