Destiny doesn't hate me as much as I previously thought

Ever since that $5 psychic predicted a life full of The Ex, helping people and doing it in a city other than the one I'm currently in love with, I've been a little on edge. Not because I actually believed her predictions, mind you, but still, I needed a second opinion. Enter Sylvia, the psychic my mother goes to once every couple of years or so.

Mom sprung for my rather expensive reading because well, she's good like that. Here's what Sylvia told me:

Career: I'll have a job before the end of January, and as opposed to my last job, I'll actually like it. She mentioned that '03-'05 were hard years for me, career-wise. They also happen to be the years I was employed at my last company. Coincidence? She also said she saw me writing a book, which look at that! I am. And she said she saw me either getting an agent or a publisher around September.

Love: I'll meet someone at my next job. Light hair, light eyes, glasses. He'll be older than me, probably late 30s but possibly early 40s, and we're going to be married within three years. Guess what I'll be doing my first week at the new job? If you guessed, "searching for my future husband," you'd be right. She also said that, while The Ex is still a part of my life, I've closed the door on the possibility of anything more than friendship, prompting Julie, my notetaker, to write "Yay!" in the margin.

Location: She said she didn't see me leaving New York anytime in the near future, but that she did see me buying a house in Long Island eventually. This is the only part of the reading that concerned me. No offense, Little Brother.

She also said there wasn't any point in job hunting before December 5th, but well, when I see the words "writer" and "must have knowledge of adult toys" in the same ad, which I did today, I'm pretty much all over that shit.