Blood Type Teller

Well dear readers, the jig is up. Today you will know the truth about me, and that my middle name should really be Random instead of Ann. Up until this point, a person reading my posts could see a sort of progression. I’ve gone over who I am, ( a vampire if you count like I do) pssst! the vampire bit would make more sense if you read Job Application, where I talk about adding up years of experiences and figuring that into my age.  I’m like a 169 or something. I’ve covered my philosophy in life about creating something I can call mine and given readers a glimpse of how most of my head is full of lines from movies.  And how I shamelessly pilfer them with wreckless abandon. Yesterday I explained where I came up with my blog name, Carr party of five. This is where all logic and reason ends. It was fun while it lasted.

I feel it only fair to let you know what you’ll be getting yourself into. If you like your world orderly, and to make sense, you may want to turn around right HERE. Read no further. Do you describe yourself as organized,  make sure your socks always match, and write important dates on your calendar? This blog may not be for you. There are plenty of other blogs out there that are completely logical, and will not make you feel like Sunday morning in church after a wild night of Bingo.  My posts will do more twists than Chubby Checkers.  Like today. I would love to write about my new obsession, eating based on your blood type. And how…if you tell me your personality, I’d  bet my brand new monster jar of Nutella,  I could make a good guess what your blood type is. (  I’m working on making this skill translate into mucho deniro. Look for me at a carnival near you) But if I write about that, it will lead me to the fact that the lovely lady that hypnotizes me once a week http://www.dakotahypnosis.net/all-about-us/staff/ gave me the blood type book. And then I’d start telling you all about THAT experience and how it’s confirmed in my mind that we create our own reality….and how I now associate Doritos and chocolate with the smell of vomit. Just kidding.

Which would lead me into a rat’s nest of  religion, multiple lives, and the Brazilian Butt Lift. (you didn’t see that last one coming, did ya?) Welcome to the inner sanctum of Lisa Random Carr. Now..tell me a little about yourself, and I will reveal your blood type. (Imagine me saying that in a gypsy accent..it makes it cooler).