Universe Calling...

Yesterday mid-morning I was walking to work, minding my own business, looking down at my dirty sunglasses and listening to my ipod enjoying what would most definitely be a lovely day. Suddenly, a murderous vine reached out from it's backyard home and bit me on my lower lip, the vicious thorny teeth drawing blood. Appalled at the ferocious nature of what I would have previously believed to be a mild natured living green thing, I quickened my pace without looking back, thinking that said vine could possibly be staring at it's now unreachable victim.

Only slightly shaken, but laughing to myself as I nursed my ridiculous wound obtained whilst walking in a perfectly normal urban situation, I asked the question: why do silly things like this happen to me? I pondered all the way to work, with the salty blood taste in my mouth and a throbbing pout. I tried to recall everything I knew about Little Shop of Horrors, which was entirely unhelpful since I know nothing about the play except a plant eats people-not comforting. Am I destined to become Flora brunch? Will I be granted safe passage next time? Either way I determined not to exact revenge on the way home as I would be passing the same way, I would just steer clear-who knows what plants are capable these days...I mean, do they communicate? Can they organize?

But then...light bulb! I figured it out...I told the Universe I wanted a Vampirian love affair, and the Universe returned in kind with a kiss from a bloodsucking vine.

Lesson Learned: Be careful what you wish for. I still want a Vampire boyfriend.